Reborn as a Demonic Tree

Stella sat on the couch of her home while Diana let out an exasperated sigh. "You got it so wrong it might as well be backward."

"So you're telling me it's not a type of wrestling?" Stella retorted.

"Yes, that is exactly what I'm telling you. Where did you even get that idea?" Diana pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Stella shrugged, "The brothel? They gave me a list of opponents to choose from."

Diana gave her a look of disbelief.

"Look for yourself," Stella picked up and showed Diana the binder she had shown her earlier, "They have the person's measurements and even a detailed diagram of their form. Weirdly, there's nothing about cultivation realms, but I suppose that makes sense since this brothel caters to mortals." Stella paused as she got an idea, "What if we started a brothel, but for cultivators—"

"Stella, the Ashfallen Sect is not moving into that industry."

"Why not? My human pet's establishment seemed quite profitable if the golden crowns I stole from his storage room were anything to go by."

Diana chucked the open binder onto the coffee table and fell into a nearby seat. While nursing her head, she looked at Stella through her fingers.