"\"Yes!\""
"Alright, follow me and observe this Yin Kui closely; he's a lion Golden Immortal that we're focusing on cultivating."
Two faint shadows drifted westward, falling far behind the small Demon Race squad.
"..."
"Achoo!"
Wen Ling rubbed her nose and glanced subconsciously at Li Ping'an, who was taking a leisurely walk in front of her.
Li Ping'an transmitted, "With your Dao Realm, could you actually catch a cold?"
"Hehe."
Wen Ling approached with a basket in hand, filled with fresh fruit to improve the diet of the little White Tiger.
She smiled, "Maybe someone is thinking of me, that's what they call Primordial Spirit induction."
"You have a Primordial Spirit?"
"Primordial Soul, well, my cultivation speed isn't slow now."
Wen Ling tiptoed to see ahead, admiring, "Young... cough, Master, look, there are so many people at the Oversight Office of the yamen."
