The shortie had been in Invincible Sect for nearly a month now. Apart from being unfortunate and getting injured exceptionally often, she was mostly fine. The only thing that could not be changed was the offerings she made to Shen Ying three times a day each day. Shen Ying could not figure out where she got them from, but she would find a small pastry, or a bag of snacks, or various fruits neatly arranged outside her window each morning.
No matter how hard Shen Ying tried to make clear that she did not want them, the shortie did not seem able to kick the habit.
