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Seeing Chen Qing refuse, Xiang Baiyu sat down on a piece of dead wood nearby and began to eat happily.
It seemed like he sincerely intended to disgust himself.
He reached into his arms, pulled out a piece of dry cake, took a few bites, and waved his hand to summon a breeze, catching a handful of dew.
The dry cake paired with dew water actually tasted a bit ethereal.
Three days later, Chen Qing lay lazily on the green stone by the riverbank, a willow twig in his mouth, and turned over in boredom, "Xiang Baiyu, is your information reliable or not?"
Xiang Baiyu smoothed out the scarf in his hand, "What, can't wait any longer?"
Chen Qing said, "No, it's just that I've never seen a small cult leader doing laundry, it's intriguing!"
"Can't a Qi Refinement level nine person be dignified?"
Xiang Baiyu said, "Sorry, our Taiping Sect's doctrine is equality for all."
