Fang Ping pointed at Qing Niao, who was standing there. "Go find him. Qing Niao probably wants to fight you very much."
"Alright, I'll use him to warm up first."
Watching Andre walk over, Fang Ping sat down, closed his eyes, and continued cultivating.
"Eh, Fang Ping, what are you doing here?"
I'm sitting in a corner. Am I in your way?
"Are you done?!"
When he opened his eyes, he was dressed in a black robe. This time, it was Chen Long.
Chen Long was baffled. "I'm just asking, why are you angry? Right, Fang Ping, let's fight."
"Fang Ping, here are four silver coins. Two are for the entrance fee you paid for me just now, and two are to return to you."
Fang Ping took two from Qing Niao's hand.
"Keep it and return it to me when you've saved enough. I don't want to calculate it every day."
"Thank you."
