Who? Qin Yu turned her head and saw, among a group of white-robed disciples coming up the mountain path, a woman who stood out as being particularly distinguished and graceful.
"Good enough."
"Passable, I suppose."
The saying goes—damn, she's just average.
The Golden Wall system logged on again, just in time to catch the conversation between the two.
—Did I take up the wrong system? Is this the wrong service object?
Shut up!
Qin Yu said as she descended from the trees, heading up the mountain. Jiaojiao perceptively noticed that her Xiao Yuyu was moving faster than usual, as if she wanted to register ahead of others and avoid some people.
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"Young Master Xiao Yu?" At Qinghuang Mountain's mountain gate registration, the person in charge sized up Qin Yu a few times. The hand holding the pen hesitated and exchanged a questioning glance with someone nearby, seemingly uncertain.
