Watching Hong Yiting follow Xiao Ninger into the house, Gao Yuanyuan bit her fingernail nervously.
"Yuanyuan, calm down," another girl tried to soothe her.
But Gao Yuanyuan turned to her, anxious. "B-but Sister He Jie… Yiting is the youngest, and she… I'm just worried about her."
He Jie smiled bitterly. "Yuanyuan, this is the cultivator's arrangement. It'll be fine."
Gu Xin, standing guard nearby, glanced at them and frowned inwardly.
Is this how merchants in the upper realms usually are? How do they even survive if they're this timid?
It wasn't just the two of them, the others looked just as uneasy, as if even a slight gust of wind could startle them.
…Gu Xin found herself at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Xiao Ninger led Hong Yiting inside.
Along the way, she noticed that Hong Yiting kept glancing around, turning her head left and right as if inspecting the place.
Is she wary of me? Are you that afraid I might have set a trap?
