Qiao Mu blinked at that old big brother, whose face had darkened, through the water spiritual barrier.
"Why are they so puny?" She was mumbling to herself, but she was also anxious for the old big brother to clear up her doubts. She couldn't help but flail her petite hands around, but even so, the water streams shuttled between her fingers without ever hitting the ground.
With such precise control over the water spirit, she was still, still, still not! Still not satisfied! Brother Tu looked like he was about to spew out blood.
Eldest Qin couldn't resist bursting out in laughter.
"Qiaoqiao, you still haven't crossed into the spiritual realm!" He couldn't resist reminding this muttering little fellow, "Strictly speaking, you are not a spiritual cultivator. The water spiritual energy you are able to manipulate should be attributed to a stroke of good fortune."
Qiao Mu immediately wilted when she heard this. Ah, she had forgotten about that.
