Looking at the seller who showed no signs of pity or sympathy on his face despite his words, Di Tou's eye couldn't help but twitch a little.
"Indeed, how unlucky."
"Ahaha, I know right? Unlucky fellow, unlike me who…"
As the seller continued to boast, Di Tou quickly finished his remaining two fritters and the bowl of soymilk.
"Hey, you're the janitor right?"
"Hm?" His mouth half-full, Di Tou finally looked up, paying attention to the seller.
"I've seen you around here and there sweeping and the such, you're the janitor right? As a member of the staff, the Academy shouldn't shortchange you on cultivation techniques right? Tell me, tell me, what do you cultivate?"
Hearing this question, Di Tou was a little stunned. Right, what did he cultivate? Heck, even if he knew what he cultivated, it wasn't exactly something he could say out loud right? After all, it seemed to be linked to the Mandate, which Mu Di Bai had been telling him to hide.
