Chi Jiujiu walked into the familiar antique house. This guest room was no different from the last time she left.
"The beauty is ordering people to clean regularly."
She slumped on a beauty couch made of hibiscus wood in the corner. A few minutes later, she saw two older girls, Hongye and Ziye, hurried over with two plates of food.
At the door.
Hongye, "Meet the Master!"
Zi Ye, "Meet the Master!"
"Little leaves, long time no see, come in." Chi Jiujiu smiled slightly.
Hongye, "Master, this is a snack made from Reimu flowers, please try it."
Zi Ye said, "Master, these are the eighth-level spiritual fruits you like to eat, including snake fruit and red face fruit. I only picked a few, there is still a large area on the spiritual fruit mountain."
Chi Jiujiu got up from the couch and sat down in front of the mahogany table. "Okay, both of you put your things on the table, come and sit, and let's talk."
"Master, in these years since you left, I have now reached the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Zi Ye is a little higher than me." Hong Ye said with a smile, and sat down directly without any hesitation.
"You are all very powerful. What about the other menial disciples? Who has the lowest cultivation level?"
Hongye quickly answered, "Master, among the old menial disciples, the lowest level of cultivation has reached the late Jindan stage. However, in the past five years, several guardians have recruited some talented disciples from the outside world, and most of them have reached the foundation-building stage."
"Is that so? Then, besides practicing, what else does your sect leader do on a daily basis?"
During these seven months in modern times, Chi Jiujiu had almost no time to look at the game console.
A chance glance.
Everyone saw him diligently practicing the last level of the Chaos Divine Art.
She didn't know much about other things about the beauty.
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