“What have you been up to these past few years?” Accompanied by Mao Ba’er, Xu Yangyi headed towards his room. This was an office room he had applied for at the branch. Everyone was quite curious; a majority of legions had independent estates. He had actually chosen lodgings at the branch? 

Xu Yangyi naturally held his own notions. By selecting this location, Thousandedge wouldn’t even risk playing any tricks. To look at the person you wanted to kill with open eyes day after day, yet they were in seclusion right below your own eyelids… how did that feel? Perhaps Thousandedge didn’t want to know, but Xu Yangyi wanted to know very much.

“Bitter…” Mao Ba’er wiped away at nonexistent tears. “Without anyone knowing if you were dead or alive, and since I’m already an affiliated manager, who would’ve been willing to pick me? I’ve had to tighten my belt during these past couple years… Haven’t you noticed that I’ve gotten thin?”

Mao Ba’er’s canine paw silently streaked across Xu Yangyi’s snow-white shirt, his eyes radiating an intoxicated gaze—of course, it was towards the outfit that was valued at tens of thousands of Chinese dollars. In the next second, a new ashy-black mark appeared on Xu Yangyi’s shirt. Xu Yangyi swept an eye over it and the obviously fat canine body.

Mao Ba’er went ramrod straight. “Don’t sweat it! Spud, your business is my business. I haven’t been slacking in these three years, either! I went to the CSIB and took two years of ‘Cultivation Programming and Planning’ and ‘Cultivation Economics’! I’ve...