"Huh?" Chang Yuxi scrambled down from the Sect Master's grasp and clutched her waist with one hand while pressing with wide eyes, "Why don't you need one, Little Junior Sister? I'm gracious about my loss and willing to accept defeat…"
"A waste of food." Miss Qiao sent Chang Yuxi a cool look before spreading her arms and flying away.
Two swishes later, the delicate figure leaped onto the top of some tall bamboo on the tip of her toe and sprang into the distance, gracefully disappearing from everyone's gaze.
"Wow! So fast!"
"Is she really just an eighth-level mystic cultivator?"
The disciples whispered to each other with great fervor, their eyes still intently fixed on the direction that their Little Junior Sister disappeared in.
Yang Xirong crossed her arms and bitterly looked up at the sky. Ah! This was originally my disciple!!!
In the afternoon, Qiao Mu was notified to head to the mystical treasured land.
