"Ya Zi!"
Zhou Xuan jogged over and kicked Zhao Wuya on the butt.
"Damn it, who dared... Oh, landlord, what are you doing here?" Zhao Wuya was ready to explode after the kick, but seeing it was Zhou Xuan, his anger vanished, replaced by a cheerful grin.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Why aren't you at the Old Painting Pavilion doing fortune-telling? What are you doing at the medical college?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"I... I... Sometimes I have to do some fieldwork," Zhao Wuya stuttered, hurrying to finish reading the girl student's palm.
After the girl walked away, Zhou Xuan pointed at her retreating figure and asked, "This is what you call fieldwork?"
"This place is the Dragon's Rising Land of Mingjiang Prefecture, full of Dragon Qi. I'm here to gather Dragon Qi and cultivate incense offerings—not to flirt with girls. Besides, this is my first time here."
"Mr. Zhao, how come you haven't come by in the past two days? My classmates have been waiting for you forever,"
