"You don't have to say anything. I expected it." Qing Feng sighed and looked at Cen Pan's blushing face that seemed even more charming because of the night of lovemaking.
Cen Pan's face blushed even more. She didn't dare to look into Qing Feng's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything.
"Will this affect my cultivation?"
"What do you think?" There were no emotions in Qing Feng's eyes, but it made Cen Pan lower her head even more.
Cen Pan was a secular disciple after all. He didn't want to reprimand her. Qing Feng sighed and compromised helplessly.
"This time, I'll cast a spell to bring you to search for spirits. Watch carefully from the side. After that, you can go down the mountain and cultivate yourself. There's no need to stay in the Daoist temple."
Cen Pan's eyes widened in shock. "Why? I haven't…"
Qing Feng extended his hand to signal that she didn't have to say anything.
