"Ning Cheng, if you had enough cultivation resources, would you still go to the selection contest in the Man Lun Starry Sky?" Ruan Mingshu's face was slightly flushed after drinking most of a pot of wine, her eyes glistening with bright tears that made her appear even more ravishing.
At this moment, she stared at Ning Cheng, no longer addressing him as 'Elder Brother Ning', her tone even somewhat seductive.
Ning Cheng took a sip of wine, not looking at Ruan Mingshu's face; he pretended to survey Ruan Mingshu's room instead. The room was filled with a young girl's longings, even the colors were pink.
"Not necessarily, participating in the selection contest is also a way to temper oneself. I've heard that the Man Lun Starry Sky has many geniuses, and crossing swords with these talents would likely lead to improvement," Ning Cheng put down the wine pot. Although the wine was a knockoff, it brought about an intense melancholy of parting.
