The monk's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Miss Qingluan, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me!"
Zhao Qingluan looked down at him, with deep contempt in her eyes.
She casually threw a spirit stone from her sleeve and said in a cold tone: "Go away, don't let me see you again."
The monk seemed to be pardoned. He disappeared into the crowd, crawling and tumbling, not even daring to look back.
Zhao Qingluan patted her sleeves in disgust, as if trying to shake off the "dirt of the lower class," then turned her attention back to the earrings and said to the clerk in a calm tone, "I want those earrings."
It seemed as if everything that happened just now was just a trivial matter.
Her besties all clapped and cheered, their faces full of admiration: "Sister Qingluan is really domineering!"
The corners of Zhao Qingluan's mouth slightly raised, and he smiled coldly: "It's just a lesson for trash, not worth making a fuss about."
As night fell, Zhao Qingluan sat on the Qingyu Group's exclusive flying boat, leisurely sipping spiritual tea. The cabin was full of lights and luxury.
Looking out the window, the vast starry sky came into view, the stars dotted in the dark universe like sparkling gems. Her gaze was deep and cold, her thoughts having already transcended this sea of stars and settled on the future of the entire Xiuxian mecha industry.
"Qixing...Taicang..." She murmured softly, gently turning the teacup with her fingertips, a meaningful sneer appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"You better pray and stay out of my way."
Outside the window, streams of light streaked across the night sky, and flying boats shuttled through the bustling interstellar city, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing straight to the peak.
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