The voice outside was none other than Huang Fu Flawless. That was the downside of a small courtyard; conversations inside could be easily heard from the outside.
Immediately after, a knock on the door sounded, and Jing Qingyang hurried to open it.
Huang Fu Flawless this time had come alone, traveling light and unaccompanied.
Once inside the courtyard, she looked around, "Hey, it's nicely tidied up here. We'll be neighbors from now on."
Neighbors my foot, Feng Jun had noticed when buying the place that his little courtyard was at least five miles from Tiantong.
If it was too close, he wouldn't have bought it—the Qiuchen Market had plenty of space to choose from, after all.
Then, he spotted something off about her, "Huh, when did you reach the Qi Refining Ninth Layer?"
"Hehe, just practiced a bit," Huang Fu Flawless wanted to chuckle nonchalantly and reply indifferently.
