Su Xiaoxiao took out the strange key. "Since you don't want me to use it, why did you give it to me? If you don't give it to me, won't I have no use for it?"
"You're right."
Su Xuan raised his hand to retrieve the key.
Su Xiaoxiao stuffed the key back into her purse. "Since you gave it to me, it's mine!"
Su Xuan opened the book in his hand in amusement.
Su Xiaoxiao snorted. "So be it!"
After staying in the capital for three days, it rained heavily in the southern border for another three days. When Su Xiaoxiao went to the small tribe to look for Wei Ting, it was already six days later.
Wei Ting's injuries had almost recovered. He had passed the stage of only learning internal cultivation methods and was already learning palm techniques and qinggong.
The old man did not tell Wei Ting what martial art this was, but Wei Ting could tell that this was an ultimate technique.
