After they left, Big Fatty Zhang and the others gathered around Yan Xiaobao, full of smiles. After all, the people from the Monitoring Department were outsiders, and they knew Yan Xiaobao had been working hard for the past months. Therefore, they were satisfied with the overall results.
"Well done, kid. You didn't commit suicide within half a year!" Big Fatty Zhang patted Yan Xiaobao's shoulder.
"That's right. I've worked so hard, I even scared myself!" Yan Xiaobao proudly lifted his chin like a conceited rooster, as if Big Fatty Zhang and the others were teasing him again. According to an ancient saying, time flies like a white pony flashing through a crack in the wall. That's exactly what happened to Yan Xiaobao. A month later, cold winds blew across Heavenspan River, through Spirit Stream Sect. Suddenly, Yan Xiaobao realized he had been in this sect for a year.
