Shen Ying stayed.
Because she was truly hungry.
The Nine Death Silkworm Technique wasn't easy to practice; the Murong brothers lay there waiting for death, at least able to drink some rainwater, while she lay in a box surrounded by lake water for eighty-nine days without a single sip.
It was also at this time that Duan Yun and the Murong brothers realized she wasn't really a Taoist nun; she wore the Daoist robe because she thought the lotus Taoist robe was pretty.
"Who says Daoist robes are only for Taoists?" Shen Ying argued confidently.
Shen Ying ate hastily and quickly.
When she wanted more, she found that the pot of porridge was already empty.
"Is it all gone?" Shen Ying asked, puzzled.
"Our food supply is completely exhausted," Duan Yun replied.
"Then I'll go buy some. Oh right, give me some silver. Did I drop my purse a long time ago?" Shen Ying asked honestly.
