"Enough, Qing! You can't just think about your own fun!"
Seeing Qing still wanting to continue fighting, Exiled Immortal rushed forward, covered Qing's mouth, and said helplessly, "At least wait until we find a place to stay before you start another fight!"
"Come on, we're in Spartonia now, isn't it all the same where we stay? I've been stuck in that godforsaken Talcavano for so long. Let me have some fun, just one more fight, the last one!"
Qing casually pulled Exiled Immortal off his shoulder, laughed heartily, and walked towards a passing burly man, patting him on the shoulder, saying, "Come on, let's have a fight!"
"Ahhh! I give up!"
"Forget it, Exiled Immortal. Let's go find a place to stay and leave him be."
As it turned out, once Qing arrived in Spartonia, he truly felt at home, quickly adapting to and integrating into Spartonia's fierce style.
