"Life is filled with charming flowers and fragrant flowers, there are also ugly and stinking swamps, but whether it's flowers or swamps, they are experiences that can enhance ability," Yang Qinglan whispered in her ear, "The key point is, these techniques we can learn, this is the purpose of the game to send us back to the past—to draw from past knowledge and allow ourselves to grow."
Li Qianxia nodded, her aversion to the matters at hand lessened a bit.
"Lan," the old nun said after purifying the malice, walking over with a young nun.
"Are you hurt?" Yang Qinglan asked.
"We're fine." The old nun shook her head, while the young nun looked at Yang Qinglan with adoring eyes.
"Has the Qi already dissipated?" Li Qianxia curiously asked.
"It hasn't completely dissipated, but it's not affecting us," Yang Qinglan felt vaguely, relying on her nun identity, "If it was like glass left on the beach before, now it is like the traces left by seagulls."
"Oh," Li Qianxia understood.
