Qiao Mu pursed her petite lips, her gaze fixed upon Holy Son Miyan, whose face and neck had flushed a deep crimson. She let out a disdainful snort and remarked, "How absurd."
Engaging in a dispute with Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao over a trivial matter of prestige was undeniably tedious.
Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao hadn't initially intended to reprimand her, but she was compelled to approach and implore her.
Holy Son Miyan felt so stifled that she no longer wished to cast another glance at the young stoic.
Once everyone successfully endorsed the covenant, Holy Son Miyan couldn't help but release a deep sigh while casting her gaze toward Qiao Mu and Mo Lian. The more she surveyed them, the greater her antipathy toward them swelled.
As they hadn't signed the covenant, they remained unbound by the laws of heaven and earth.
If they happened to stumble upon more than one treasure within the mystic realm, wouldn't it be to the benefit of these two individuals…
