Hu Jiu slipped the silver notes into the storage bag and strolled back with her pipe, thinking she should delay a bit before returning to make it seem more realistic.
Unexpectedly, while humming a tune and walking merrily on the cobblestone path, she was met with a faintly familiar scent. The next moment, she felt a fiery pain on her furry large ears at the top of her head, "Ouch, ouch, Third Sister, please let go. My ears really hurt!"
"You still know pain?"
The anger in Hu Zhile's heart rose with no place to vent; she twisted her sister's ear and turned towards the cloth shop, "I told you to focus on cultivation, but you just keep running around playing outside!
I just came out of the grocery store and immediately smelled your scent. Bought new incense, didn't you? You barely earn anything all day, yet spend lavishly without knowing thrift..."
