This evening, you stood under the illumination of the sun with the company of a pleasant breeze as you secretly sold out photocards of your friend, General Jing Yuan, the Divine Foresight.

As always, the photos sold well. With a pleased expression, you turned your back to the outside world to count the credits you received by selling his photos to his fans.

And you didn't know whether to laugh or cry when you heard an amused hum come from behind you.

“Profiting off of me again, are we?”