On the second day of the free clinic, many cultivators came to investigate, wondering how the Sleeping Goddess could possibly be here.
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On the third day of the free clinic, monks flocked to the clinic.
Faced with life and death, some cultivators didn't care about ordinary people at all. The cultivator who was about to cut in line was pulled out by Wan Qiji and left aside.
The cultivator was furious and about to unleash his anger when he was horrified to discover something.
"Demon Lord—"
Those cultivators immediately became obedient.
The free clinic lasted for three days before it ended.
On the day Song Tingwan and the others left Nancheng, many people came out to see them off.
Among them, the young stall owner presented five exquisite umbrellas.
He led his rosy-cheeked sister, and together they bowed to thank Song Tingwan and the others.
"Thank you, immortal, for saving my little sister."
"Thank you, fairy sister, for saving me." His younger sister said innocently, her eyes full of clarity as she looked at Song Tingwan.
Song Tingwan bent down and patted the little girl's head, "Eat well, sleep well, and grow up safely."
"Did the fairy sister bless me?" The little girl touched her head and tilted it.
Song Tingwan smiled gently, and with a wave of her hand, she left behind a cloud of crimson mist for those who came to see her off.
"I cannot bestow blessings upon you, but I can ensure your good health."
With a gentle word, the group of five soared into the sky.
They left behind words of gratitude.
Fifteen minutes later.
The five people who flew away sat on a pink flying carpet, munching on spiritual fruits to recover their spiritual energy.
"So, why do we have to fly ourselves?" Baili Xijiang muttered, plopping down in exhaustion.
"That's what makes you look like an immortal, don't you understand?" Qin Xi said, taking a bite of the fruit.
“Then we’ll fly together from now on, and you can ride the little flying carpet.” Song Tingwan took a bite of the sweet spiritual fruit; she also wanted to become a true goddess.
Baili Xijiang sat up, propped up by the blanket. "If we're talking about the demeanor of an immortal, wouldn't it be even more impressive if Master rode my original form and left on a black dragon?"
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow. "If we're talking about the beauty of a goddess, the white dragon is more exquisite than the black dragon."
The white dragon accentuated her ethereal beauty.
Apart from Song Tingwan, the others looked over in surprise.
Shen Zhuochuan smiled frankly, "Isn't that so?"
"...What you said doesn't make any sense either." Qin Xi glanced at the gentle and beautiful Wan'er, and then thought about how she looked riding a dragon, and said this.
Wan Qiji nodded in agreement.
"Wan'er is more suited to white than black."
Baili Xijiang stood up angrily, "How could you do this? Are you all on my uncle's side?"
"Let's stick to the facts. If Wan'er were to ride a white dragon, it would be like a goddess descending to earth, she would be incredibly ethereal."
Qin Xi looked at him innocently, and Wan Qiji looked innocent as well.
Song Tingwan chuckled: "Then I'll have to hesitate a bit."
Shen Zhuochuan looked at her and smiled, as if to say, "Is there any reason to hesitate?"
The young apprentice also looked at her accusingly.
Song Tingwan drew out a small card, "Come on, you two draw a card, I'll choose whoever has the higher card."
The master of impartiality chose to watch the spectacle and see what their luck was like.
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