"What Are You Waiting For...?"
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"Huh?"
Zhu Qing stretched, raising her arms above her head, exposing her smooth, snow-white armpits.
Su Xiaobai paused.
Too dazzling.
It was like a celestial fairy had descended from the heavens, her beauty beyond mortal comprehension. If the poets of his old world had seen this—
They'd eat fart.
Zhu Qing sighed lazily, closing her eyes as if she had all the time in the world. But then—her lashes flickered. One eye cracked open, her hazy gaze landing squarely on him.
"What are you waiting for~?"
Su Xiaobai's breath froze.
His instincts screamed.
"…Elder," he asked warily, "what exactly do you mean?"
Zhu Qing's lips curved.
"What do I mean?" she echoed playfully. "You want to reach Nascent Soul Realm, don't you? I said I'd help you…"
She patted her lap.
Invitation.
Confirmed.
Su Xiaobai felt like he was standing on lava.
