From Pengshan Gate, a large cloud boat rose into the clouds.

In a luxurious single suite on the cloud boat, Han Qingxiu felt a sense of unease.

For some reason, she felt incredibly restless ever since she entered the room.

Is this room bad?

Of course not!

This is the most luxurious suite in the Cloud Boat, even better than the suites where the captains and senior members stay.

Look at the simplified spirit-gathering array in this room, the separate little balcony, and all sorts of exquisite furniture...

But it was precisely because it was so good that Han Qingxiu felt anxious.

The reason for this anxiety is probably because the attitudes of those around her changed too quickly, and Han Qingxiu is not used to this change.

For Han Qingxiu, who was originally an outer disciple, this made her feel unworthy of her position.

"Let's go outside for some fresh air."

Han Qingxiu went out of the room and onto the deck of the cloud boat to get some fresh air.

There were quite a few people on the deck of the cloud boat, including many inner disciples who had come along this time, so there must have been some who were feeling unsettled and wanted to get some fresh air.

Han Qingxiu glanced at the people on the deck and saw unfamiliar faces.

These people were originally outer disciples, but on the day she was accepted as the sect leader's disciple, many disciples with excellent aptitude but ordinary backgrounds were also promoted to inner disciples.

However, Han Qingxiu didn't have many friends when she was in the outer sect, and she was only vaguely familiar with the faces of these newly promoted inner sect disciples.

Standing on the deck with them, Han Qingxiu felt out of place.

"It seems my mindset still needs to be stabilized." Han Qingxiu slowly exhaled.

Han Qingxiu became even more irritated, so irritated that she started to miss Wu Er's cheeky voice.

"Indeed, Xiuer, you are a little insecure."

Suddenly, Wu Er's voice rang in Han Qingxiu's ear.

This made Han Qingxiu's eyes widen, and she looked around trying to find Wu Er.

"Stop looking, I'm on your shoulder."

Wu Er's voice came again, and this time Han Qingxiu listened carefully; the voice was indeed coming from her shoulder.

So Han Qingxiu turned her head to look at her shoulder.

She saw a small red paper figure standing on her shoulder; it was the paper figure that Wu Er had given her before he left.

"Master, is that you?"

Han Qingxiu was startled, and then quickly grabbed the paper figure in her hand.

After the paper figure was caught in his hand, it flailed its short little hands.

Then Wu Er's voice came from inside, saying, "Keep your voice down, I'll explain to you when we're somewhere alone."

After saying this, the paper figure climbed up Han Qingxiu's hand and stuck to her shoulder.

Han Qingxiu stopped going to the deck for fresh air and went straight back to her luxurious private room.

"Master, this paper figure?"

Han Qingxiu took the paper figure down and placed it on the table to the side.

Once seated, the little paper figure sat down. It wanted to sit cross-legged, but its legs were too short to cross, so it could only spread out rather inelegantly.

Han Qingxiu looked at the cute paper figure and couldn't help but poke it, asking, "Master, have you turned into a paper figure?"

The little paper doll... or rather, Wu Er used his short little hands to push away Han Qingxiu's fingers and said, "Of course not, I just attached a wisp of my soul to it."

"Is the soul really that amazing?"

Han Qingxiu poked Wu Er with her finger again.

For some reason, Han Qingxiu always wanted to poke this cute little paper doll after seeing it.

But Wu Er didn't like being poked like that, so he said, "Xiuer, show some respect to your master."

Upon hearing this, Han Qingxiu realized her disrespect and awkwardly withdrew her hand from poking Wu Er.

"By the way, Master, why did you attach your soul to the paper figure?" Han Qingxiu asked.

Wu Er replied, "Of course, I just had nothing to do and wanted to come out and stroll around with you guys."

This puzzled Han Qingxiu for a moment, and then she asked, "Then why don't you come out in your true form, Master? Just like when you participated in the competition last time?"

Perhaps it was because the paper figure was so adorable that Han Qingxiu spoke to Wu Er with less respect.

Fortunately, Wu Er didn't really care whether it was respect or disrespect; Han Qingxiu's way of speaking actually made him feel more at ease.

Then Wu Er complained, "It's all because of your second uncle. He thinks I made too much of a commotion when I went out last time, so he wants me to stay in the sect. If I had secretly gone out, your second uncle would have hanged himself on Xiaoyuan Peak."

Ah, this...

Han Qingxiu was speechless for a moment, thinking to herself: Her second martial uncle said he was going to hang himself...

Since she became the sect leader's disciple, Han Qingxiu's original impression of the sect leader and elders has completely collapsed.

I initially thought they were a group of aloof and cool people, but now I've discovered they're actually quite the comedians...

Sigh, the gap between imagination and reality is always so vast.

Han Qingxiu shook her head and said slowly, "Master, you really have it tough."

The paper figure Wu Er raised its large head and exclaimed, "Yes, it wasn't easy."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Wu Er began to instruct Han Qingxiu in her cultivation.

And so, the two of them spent several days chatting and practicing.

A few days later, the cloud boat flew to the capital of the first mortal kingdom.

Don't ask why the cloud boat flies so slowly and it will take several days to arrive.

This is a paper figure on the cloud boat, excluding Wu Er. The highest cultivation level among them is only Nascent Soul, so the cloud boat he is operating is naturally not at its maximum speed.

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