"If you mention the impending deadline again, I'll beat you."
The old woman's anger was provoked by him, and she swung her cane at him.
"Old hag, you are three thousand years old, and your temper is still so bad."
The gray-robed old man dodged her cane with a flash of his figure.
"Wow, Granny is already three thousand years old?"
"In the Human Realm, she is truly an Old Ancestor."
"Mm-hmm, the Old Ancestor of everyone."
The three little ones perked up their ears, caught the key point and exclaimed in unison.
"Cough, cough."
With a gentle cough from Lin Qingluo, the library immediately quieted down.
Two Late Stage of Soul Formation experts glared at each other and then turned their heads away in anger without looking at each other.
"Hehe."
The three little ones covered their mouths and snickered, their cunning little eyes constantly shifting between the two people.
"Little girl, you just said you have studied formations?"
