Morning lessons concluded.
Xia Qinglian rose to return to her residence as usual, but after taking two steps, she was stopped by three women.
There was a bewildered, innocent expression on her face: "Senior Sister Zhang, Senior Sister Qi, Senior Sister Ding, is there something you need?"
The three women had silver badges on their belts, indicating they were Silver Level disciples, one level higher than Junior Sister Ruomei.
These days, they often harassed Xia Qinglian, but she didn't pay much attention to them to avoid revealing her identity.
"Ruomei, why haven't you handed over this month's Spirit Marrow to us?"
At this moment, a female cultivator named Zhang Yun sneered as she spoke.
"Spirit Marrow? What do you mean?"
Xia Qinglian frowned slightly.
