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The flying boat slowly docked in front of the gates of Tiandu City.
Chen Mo, holding a clumsy cat in one hand and Jiao Rui in the other, jumped off the deck, feeling a great sense of relief.
Over the past two days on the road, Ji Hongxiu repeatedly expressed her desire to observe the Dragon Qi, but he firmly refused each time.
The Daoist Venerable exuded a captivating, enchanting aura, yet was frighteningly pure at heart, with no concept of the boundary between men and women.
If she played him further, it would be too much trouble...
Fortunately, after Yu Youhan appeared, Ji Hongxiu restrained herself a lot and did not force him any longer...
"Qingxuan, are you sure you don’t want to return with me?" Ji Hongxiu asked.
Ling Ningzhi shook her head and said, "Master, I haven’t finished my business, so I can’t return yet."
Ji Hongxiu naturally knew why she had come down from the mountain and sighed, saying no more.
Her gaze fell on that upright figure, a strange look flashing in her eyes.
"Whether the owner of the Dragon Qi or just its vessel... it will become clear soon enough..."
"Ahem, that’s enough. Can you stop abusing this body?"
"We agreed at the start that my time down the mountain is my own. I can do whatever I want. Is that your business?"
Ji Hongxiu’s lips moved as she muttered to herself.
Her tone alternated between coolness and laziness as if she were playing two roles at once.
She tilted her head back and took a gulp of strong liquor, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, stretching her graceful waist, "Sigh, I have to go back to that prison, utterly boring..."
She took a step forward, and her figure vanished without a trace.
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After watching her master leave, Ling Ningzhi put away the flying boat and quickly chased after Chen Mo.
"Mr. Chen, wait for this humble Daoist!"
Her voice was too soft, and it seemed Chen Mo did not hear her.
Watching the back of Chen Mo and Li Yuan as they walked close together, talking and laughing, acting very familiar, she suddenly felt a little left out, and her pace slowed down.
"Almost forgot, this humble Daoist isn’t going the same way as them..."
Ling Ningzhi lowered her head, focusing her gaze on her shoe tips, as if trying to find a floral pattern on the Cloud Head Shoes.
The street was bustling with people and noise. Yet standing within the crowd, she inexplicably felt a bit lonely, like an ant lost in the crevices of the cobblestones.
Forget it, I should just go back; grandpa is still waiting...


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