Jun Moqing added, "However, Xiaojiu is like me, not fond of competing."
Feng Qingyan: "..." Nobody could outdo his conceit.
It was at this moment that the horse carriage suddenly came to a halt.
Feng Qingyan lifted the curtain and saw the familiar inn, then retracted her gaze to Jun Moqing, "I have arrived."
Jun Moqing: "Hmm."
Feng Qingyan continued, "Then, I'll be getting down now."
Jun Moqing's voice was still indifferent: "Hmm."
Only then did Feng Qingyan stand up, push open the horse carriage door, and step out, instantly feeling the abundance of fresh air outside, unlike inside the carriage where the air always seemed thin.
After taking a deep breath, she nimbly jumped off the carriage.
Just as she was about to enter, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Jun Moqing stepping out from the carriage with ease that surpassed breathing itself, his clothes fluttering with an immortal aura.
