"Hahaha, brother, you're so straightforward."
The middle-aged man let out a hearty laugh, with a flicker of a sly glint in his eyes.
"Shitou, what's going on? Why did you agree so quickly?"
As Pei Qingyu listened to the two men's conversation with perked ears, he playfully nudged Shitou with his elbow at the mention of female cultivators, a teasing smile on his face.
Shitou's eye twitched, "It's not what you think."
"Oh? Then what is it?"
Pei Qingyu's laughter grew even more exuberant as he winked at Shitou.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go over there first."
Rarely blushing, an annoyed Shitou shoved Pei Qingyu off.
"Let's go."
With the likes of Wang Meng and others, who were both talented and courageous, as well as having their Master around, they had nothing to fear. They followed the middle-aged man towards the makeshift team.
