Mu Jin's voice trembled slightly. When she looked up and met Shen Ping's slightly playful gaze, her sweet smile froze and she felt ashamed. Her face was hot and red, and it quickly spread to her earlobe.
At this moment, she really wanted to turn around and leave. However, her legs were firmly rooted to the ground.
Pengyun Shop was not bad, but there were strict requirements every year. In the past three months, she thought that she could rely on her temperament and experience to stabilize a few alchemists, Talisman Masters, and so on.
Unfortunately, she failed.
Qingyang City was too big. The newly opened Pengyun Shop was not famous at all. Without the luster of the True Treasure Pavilion, who would care about a mid-stage Qi Refinement realm female cultivator like her?
"Fellow Daoist Mu, have you thought it through?" Shen Ping slowly put down his teacup, and his gaze became calm.
