A teasing smile played on Xuan Ying's lips. "I'll give the eye-roll you just shot me a five-star review."
Jiang Xinli: "..."
'This time, she truly had no desire to engage with this sharp-tongued, certifiably insane venomous snake.'
Yue Hua Yin glanced at the two of them, then calmly retrieved a heavy silk pouch from his Space Ring and handed it to Jiang Xinli.
"Female Master, these are the Crystal Cores we collected last night. They've all been washed clean."
Normally, they would each keep their own share, only giving a small portion of the remainder to Jiang Xinli.
But things were different now. His choice to adapt to the changing circumstances was understandable.
"So many?" Jiang Xinli took the pouch, weighing it in her hand as a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.
"Yes. The number of Puppet Corpses last night was staggering. But Xuan Ying killed most of them; we just handled the cleanup afterward."
Yue Hua Yin's tone was calm, showing no desire to take undue credit.
