"So... no use in shouting about my innocence." Lana drawled, a glint flashed in her eyes, "Not to mention, Brenda did suffer more than I did, but..."
She laughed like she had heard a joke and continued,
"If that bitch thinks she can dance on my head just because of what she has suffered, then she can dream on. As for those Almond family bastards, I will take my revenge when the time is ripe."
Mr. Crow pursed his lips, but a deep wave of sadness flashed in his heart.
From the visions, he knew one thing: Lana must have suffered a lot in the Almond family. Maybe more than she lets on.
Brenda has the Almond family to back her up, but what about Lana?
His crazy master... maybe was crazy for a reason...
And for the first time, he felt a rare pang of pity for her.
"Hey, Mr. Crow, if I make you underwear, would you wear it?" Lana suddenly questioned, her voice sounding genuinely curious.
Mr. Crow: (o_0?) I take my pity back!
"Don’t even think about it!" Mr. Crow bellowed; his voice carried a rare hint of warning, but Lana only smirked.
"What? You like white underwear? I see. What a unique choice." Lana shook her head as if that was what Mr. Crow truly wanted to say.
The problem was that others couldn’t understand what Mr. Crow was saying, and hence her words seemed believable.
"Lana!" Mr. Crow bellowed, his eyes spitting fire, while Lana only smiled, "Chill! Chill! No one heard it. Let’s go for barbecue tonight! My treat!"
Mr. Crow let out a sound, somewhere between a snort and agreement.
"And Mr. Crow, no need to feel sadness. Be crazier in life because many times... there will be no one to cheer you up. At least when you die, it will have a profound effect on others."
"So you want others to remember you as a crazy hellbitch at your funeral?" Mr. Crow was clearly upset by the stunt Lana had pulled before.
"Hm? That would be better." Lana agreed with a huge smile. "Even my loved ones... well, apparently I have none, but anyhow... if I ever have any in the future, they should point at my funeral picture and say, ’Hey, she was a crazy bitch but a fun one!’ Haha! That would be so funny..."
"Are you sad? Are you afraid?" Mr. Crow suddenly asked, his voice calm and steady as if he were talking about the weather.
Lana gave a confident smirk. "Who? Me? Heck no... I..."
"Why is your body so cold? And why is your heart pounding with anxiety?" Mr. Crow’s beady eyes were fixed on Lana.
Lana pursed her lips before rolling her eyes. "Mr. Crow, you are overthinking...Eh? Why are the classes empty?"
Mr. Crow stared at Lana with an intense gaze before sighing.
’She won’t answer, until she feels like it...stubborn to the bone, crazy to the point of being called evil... yet... I... sigh... why do I feel pity for her?’
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He had been together with Lana for almost 28 days... and yet... he hadn’t seen a single person checking up on her.
No friends... no family...
She even skips her sleep because of some unknown fear, and yet... she acts all cheerful.
At first, he thought she was just crazy... but now... he often feels that she wears a mask.
A dull ache spread across his heart, and he could feel Lana’s steps faltering before she feigned ignorance.
"Oh, right... Today was the cultivation period in the morning... but isn’t it supposed to happen here?"
"Because we also have a cultivation hall." A cool yet cheerful voice made Lana turn around; she spotted Richard adjusting his spectacles with a gentlemanly aura.
Lana arched a brow. "Ever thought of becoming an assassin? How could I not detect your presence?’
"Maybe you were lost in my thoughts?" Richard gave what he thought was a charming smile; however, when he saw the faint indifference yet cheerful smile on Lana’s face, his complexion paled slightly.
"Indeed, I was." Lana nodded with utter sincerity. "I was wondering if you would lend me $1 billion for my cultivation."
It was meant as a joke, but a shadow passed over Richard’s eyes as he said with a smirk, "Be my girlfriend, and I’ll sponsor you until you reach Mystic overlord; it won’t be a problem. Be my wife, and I will..."
"Whoa! Chill!" Lana raised her hand. "I see your sincerity, but have you considered the possibility that I like girls?"
"Damn it!" Richard cursed under his breath. "Why are all the girls in the mystic department lesbians?"
’You are playing him!’ Mr. Crow rolled his eyes in exasperation, but Lana only smirked. ’I only asked if he had considered the possibility... The rest was his imagination.’
"Now, can you lead me to the cultivation room?" Lana asked sweetly; her melodious voice soothed the restlessness in Richard’s heart.
"Sure." Richard took the lead and knew that it would be inappropriate to act like a heartbroken girl.
On the way, Richard returned to his playfulness, and Lana bantered along.
The cultivation room was only a 3-minute walk. The room had a circular platform right in the center. It was made of wood and gleamed under the ceiling lights.
The gentle hum of the air conditioner, coupled with soft breathing, sounded like relaxing music.
Betty, Fay, Layla, and Wade were sitting on the circular platform with their eyes closed.
The moment Lana stepped inside, she could feel that the Aether in the air was way more than in any other place.
’Hm... do they have Aether Gathering formation here?’ Lana wondered in her mind.
’Most likely. As long as you cultivate here, you will have twice the result at half of your effort.’ Mr. Crow’s voice sounded like a melody to Lana.
Within a few steps, Lana crossed the distance and got into the cultivation state.