So from now on, whenever an elder from another sect tried to talk to him, Qin Fanfan would show a surprised expression, "What? How do you know that there is a genius of the third level of cultivation in our sect?"
Elders: “…”
The descendants of the Changming clan, who had just experienced a melee, were extremely tired. By the time they all woke up from a nap, it was already evening.
After Ye Qiao woke up, she was dragged by several senior brothers to the night market to join in the fun. She wanted to choose an alchemy furnace, so she must start with the best one.
The Wenjian Sect is the largest sect after all, and its night market is much more lively than that of the Changming Sect. A group of five people set out for the Fusheng City night market.
They had experience traveling in a group before, but at that time it was just the first round of the competition and basically no one knew them, so they were quite fearless when they went out.
So much so that the five of them all overlooked one point, which is: they are famous now.
Mu Chongxi changed into his casual clothes and lazily walked in front of the team. He had originally planned to walk around first. The lights in the night market were always on, and there were crowds of people. Someone in the crowd shouted:
"Look, it's Mu Chongxi."
"Wow--"
There was a commotion in the night market.
Ye Qiao's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he was about to find a place where no one would notice him and sneak in.
"Langlang! We have liked you for ten years!" an enthusiastic female fan shouted at her.
A ten-year old fan came uninvited.
Ye Qiao: “…”
Seeing that the situation was not right, she ran quickly, using the Qingfeng technique, and no one else could catch up with her.
Mu Chongxi noticed Ye Qiao sneaking away and subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Ye Qiao, save me!!"
The next second, Ye Qiao ran even faster, shouting as he ran: "Don't love me, it's fruitless!"
Mu Chongxi, who was drowned in the crowd, said: "Fuck."
There is not any fellow-disciple sentiment at all!
Seeing this, the remaining four people also scattered like birds and beasts, one running faster than the other. When Mu Chongxi found the main force and came back, his clothes were almost stripped off.
While shivering, he couldn't help but sigh: "These people are so crazy."
Mu Chongxi used to envy other sects for being liked by cultivators.
Because the cultivation world admires the strong, the Sword-Wenjian Sect has the most fans, while the Changming Sect seems to be particularly ignored.
To this day, he has experienced what it’s like to become an overnight sensation, and all he can say is that it’s terrifying.
Ye Qiao was extremely thankful, "Fortunately I ran fast."
She didn't want to be stripped.
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To be honest, I want to write about the palace dungeon, but I think I should put it off until later. I will update it at night. I am very busy during the day. It is the Chinese New Year.
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