A fifteen-year-old girl, forced to scrap and claw in the chaotic, cutthroat environment of the marketplace just to support her family—it was no wonder she'd developed such a fierce, abrasive personality. Without that edge, she probably would've been eaten alive.
Wang Yue also asked about the cultivation technique Su Nuanyue had been using. It turned out it wasn't a Su family technique at all, but a piece of junk filled with errors. It looked like something cobbled together by someone with a very superficial understanding of martial arts.
With a manual like that, it wasn't surprising she'd had an accident during her breakthrough; it would've been a miracle if she hadn't.
Su Nuanyue's house was a long way from the market, so by the time Yang Cancan made it back, the sun was already dipping below the horizon. The mother and daughter got busy in the kitchen, whipping up a dinner that was quite a feast—at least by their standards.
