…Qiao Mu looked on helplessly as the book of mystic technique enveloped in dense mystic energy that she chose brushed past her hand with a swish and hurled away.
Wahhh…
'My mystic technique, don't go! My mystic technique!'
Qiao Mu waved her hand and slapped that lousy book away. In this zero gravity air, she tried her best to wiggle her limbs and urgently chased after the book.
However, in the next second…
A crisp "slap" was heard. That d*mn lousy book slammed recklessly onto her head again.
Qiao Mu was utterly livid!
What the heck was this lousy book doing?
Other mystic techniques were exquisitely and perfectly packaged inside mystic energy and floating inside this space, invoking pleasure in its onlookers.
But it?! There was neither appeal nor mystic energy to it! It was tattered and frayed, looking like it would fall apart at any moment. It also once, twice—d*mn it, thrice—slapped against her head!
