"Beast meat, deer antlers, shrimp basket." Yutianxiao counted today's harvest and asked, "Did you gather the fuel?"
"I took down a tree spirit; although the core was destroyed, there were still a lot of miscellaneous materials left." Night Fighting Sword pointed to a small cart beside him: "Look, it's a whole cartful, enough for this week as long as that woman doesn't cause any trouble—"
"That doesn't count as causing trouble."
Long Yuqiong, who had been silently skinning, suddenly spoke with a serious tone:
"Lai Anding—she's the game's core developer. If she wants to do something, there's definitely a reason. If we don't complete her task, we won't be in a good place."
"Isn't this causing trouble? We were just playing the game properly when suddenly the officials intervened and forced us into signing that confidentiality agreement, prohibiting any dissemination of this matter through any media."
Night Fighting Sword retorted angrily:
