We were eating congee late at night outside of the school on a snack street.
Stirring the congee with her spoon, it seems like Wan Er doesn’t have much of an appetite. She raises her head, looks at me, and asks, “Have you really decided to join [Vanguard]?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “This is the fourth time I’m saying this. I’m not joining them, but rather I’m being employed and helping [Vanguard] to kill a boss. Feng Han is quite greedy, so I think he wants to get the Guild Creation Tablet as soon as possible.”