Invincible System: You've Already Cleared Out the Prize Pool, So Please Let Me Go

[So ridiculous, wear a mask while reading] A young man was sweeping the ground in front of the Hall of Three Pure Ones. A dozen or so people surrounded him, serving tea, pouring water, and fanning him.

Su Ziling: “I’m just sweeping the floor, and you’ve been at this nonstop. You people sure are a handful. Also, stop projecting your own ideas onto me.”

An old man heard him and said, “Oh, projecting your own ideas? How profound. I’ll write that down in my little notebook.”

The others hurriedly picked up pens and paper to take notes, too.

Su Ziling: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻