On the twenty-seventh, slaughter the kitchen chicken; on the twenty-eighth, prepare the dough; on the twenty-ninth, steam the buns…
Wang Qi counted the days on his fingers, but Chen Youjia just hadn't come back yet.
During these three days, Wang Qi kept himself busy with useless tasks. He built some bizarre conceptual models of Human Dao or frenziedly typed code, creating a bunch of Divine Plague Curse Techniques that even he found terrifying. He even turned his attention to the poor sap from the Du Family who had his engagement broken off, planning to lure him out of the Divine Capital and have him collect twenty-three different types of Holy Light across Shenzhou—fortunately, Zhen Chan dismissed the idea with the reason that "he would need at least six months of basic training". And considering he was a follower of the Circle of Reason rather than the Holy Light God, Wang Qi also gave up on this interesting plan.
The key was still Chen Youjia…
