After dealing with these problems, song qingxiao would go to settle the favors and promises she owed one by one, and meet the friends she had made friends with.
Xiang si wanted to say something, but when he saw her eyes, he realized that they were calm and composed.
The little monk and the silver Wolf followed her on her left and right, as if they were her firm followers. They advanced and retreated with her, never abandoning each other.
For some reason, Xiang si felt that she definitely had the power to kill her way into the martial arts Research Institute, even though she couldn't sense what level her former friend's cultivation had reached.
She guessed that he might have become a Saint-Just thinking about it made Xiang four feel incredulous.
"Alright, then you must be careful."
Her current cultivation level was not high enough to help song qingxiao. Even if she forced herself to go with her, she would only be a burden.
