Qiao Hu was a bit nervous and stood there twisting his hands with unease.
"Don't be nervous." Murong Xun might look unreliable, but she actually had immense experience in being a mentor.
The mystic cultivators who were successfully guided by her at least numbered in the 800s, if not 1000.
Murong Xun sat there and put away her grin, showing a rare serious expression.
She held Qiao Hu's arm and a trace of mystic energy slowly seeped inside Qiao Hu starting from his wrist.
Qiao Hu felt warm energy swim inside of him, leaving a comfortable feeling in its wake. Slowly, his nervousness disappeared without a trace.
He felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, and the warmth that enveloped him caused him to gradually relax.
Qiao Hu's mouth was slightly opened as he closed his eyes with a silly smile.
