However, after his divine sense transformed to the early-stage Nascent Soul Realm, he could already easily withstand the sharp aura of the mark. She seemed to have noticed the gaze. Yu Qingling immediately pinched the hem of her skirt with her fair palm, and her eyes hurriedly lowered to look at the green and pink ankle boots.
Shen Ping walked over. He waved his hand casually. Tables and chairs appeared beside them. "Fellow Daoist Yu, please take a seat."
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shen."
After sitting down, first, he drank a cup of spiritual tea. Shen Ping smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yu has been cultivating quite hard in recent years. You don't even have the time to come to this communication space to chat."
Yu Qingling's face flushed red, and she hurriedly shook her head. "Fellow Daoist Shen, please forgive me. I was worried that I would disturb Fellow Daoist Shen's cultivation, so I didn't respond."
