Qingyun had thought that after receiving the clue from the Taoist, things would become clearer.
Now, on the contrary, he felt even more confused.
As for Jin Xu, after he had shared everything he knew, he also felt it was time to leave.
So, he got up, ready to take his leave.
But just then, the room's door was abruptly pushed open by a pair of delicate jade hands.
A strong scent of alcohol wafted in as the door opened.
Accompanied by the increasingly pungent odor of liquor, a woman cultivator barged in, dressed in a pure white robe, tall and with a "generous" figure.
She wrapped her arms around Qingyun's thighs.
"Dean~ ~ ~ burp~ I was counting on Little Qin to take care of me in my old age, and yet he just ran off. Burp~ You must bring him back!"
The white-robed woman cultivator, clinging to Qingyun's thighs, wailed sorrowfully, belching several times throughout.
