Afternoon.
Jianghai Library, the office.
"This floor needs mopping, Master."
Li Qinghe pushed open the door, a mop in one hand, and expertly started cleaning. She watered the Earth-Surging Golden Lotus, busying herself.
Qin Yang hadn't been around lately.
She didn't know when he would be back, so she figured she might as well show some filial piety in his place.
When her master returned, he would surely reward her well.
A commotion drifted in from outside the window. The calls to release the Jianghai Sword God's disciple grew louder, as if countless people were roaring in anger.
"The reaction is getting bigger and bigger."
Li Qinghe went to the window and glanced at the protesting crowd below, but she showed no particular reaction.
She wasn't worried at all.
'After all, this young lady isn't as easily fooled as they are!'
Besides, Grandmaster was around.
'If things get really bad... can't we just have Grandmaster's Clone self-destruct again?'
"A guaranteed win!"
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