"Humph humph humph, keep your eyes peeled and watch me triumph."
Shen Qingming hummed a few times, showed a victor's smile, and then turned her head to leave.
Zhao Chenlu watched as Shen Qingming's confident and proud petite figure gradually disappeared, narrowed her eyes slightly, and recited a few spells under her breath. Instantly, she became hazy, like a ghost, trailing secretly behind Shen Qingming.
With Shen Qingming's current Immortal Dao cultivation, she naturally couldn't detect the shameless tailing of this world-class Great Cultivator. Ignorantly, she arrived in front of Wang Jiu's room and knocked on the door: "Ah Jiu, I'm here."
Wang Jiu's voice came from the room: "You can go back."
"Is this how you welcome your number one steed?!" The smile that was just on Shen Qingming's face immediately collapsed, and she began to vigorously turn the doorknob: "Open the door, now!"
