Before long, Mu Qian's wet black hair was carefully dried, turning into a stylish mess of curls.
"Alright, let go now." Wen Jiaren contentedly ran her hand through the hair on top of his head and pushed the man still clinging to her chest.
After a moment, Mu Qian lifted his head, his deep voice still particularly pleasant, "Don't worry about Kaisa's matters; the men around her aren't easy to deal with. Just let them fight it out. As for you, you'd better think about how to improve your cultivation. Without reaching the Middle Stage of Nine Paths, you can forget about participating in Spirit Worship Day."
"Middle Stage of Nine Paths?" Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaren's delicate face immediately darkened, "You might as well not have promised to take me."
