"Oh, Little Shiqi, it really is you." The arrow Luo Qianqian shot didn’t hit the exotic beast, but it did bring along a group of familiar faces who were tracking them.
"Uncle Ram?" Luo Qianqian looked at the newcor in surprise and imdiately laughed, glancing at the ice arrows in his hand, playfully winking, "Did my arrow just happen to hit you, Uncle?"
"Hahaha, your arrow hit the wall right in front of us, so we followed its direction and found you," Ram laughed, naturally coming over, looking around, "Your little brother is not here? And that pretty little girl."
"Uncle Ram, are you planning to adopt my brother as a son or trying to woo my sister? In such a dangerous place, I’m not their stepmother, so how could I bring them here?" Luo Qianqian casually tossed a pile of snacks from the bed into Ram’s arms.
A fair and beautiful woman stood beside Ram, appearing to be of significant age, yet her elegance was eye-catching, clearly of noble birth, "This pretty young lady wouldn’t be Uncle’s daughter, would she?"
"Daughter?" Ram paused and then burst into laughter, before restraining himself and asking seriously, "Do I look that old?"
Luo Qianqian blinked without replying, but the aning was quite clear.
Ram couldn’t help but laugh, "I was quite handso when I was young, you know..."
Luo Qianqian did not interject, just calmly swept her gaze over the four people nearby and flashed her white teeth at Ram.
Ram fell silent.
Luo Qianqian calmly picked up a drink jug, opened it, poured two cups using paper cups, held them steadily in her hands, and offered them to the woman with a bright smile.
The woman paused, reaching for the cup slightly farther away, while Luo Qianqian naturally downed the remaining cup in one go, "Flowers for a beauty, I have no flowers here, only this brew of a hundred flowers and fruits, to express my admiration."
The woman flashed a slight smile and calmly drank the liquid from her cup.
The child being Ram’s recognized one makes even an enemy inconsequential, so gracious, it’s impossible to harbor any malice.
"What is this? So fragrant, Little Shiqi, you can’t favor one over the other!" Ram stared at the aromatic juice, swallowing hard.
Luo Qianqian laughed, closing the jug, "You should drink water, it’s precious because of its rarity."
The four people behind couldn’t help but find it amusing, since when had Luo Qianqian beco so stingy?
But in the next second, Luo Qianqian shoved the jug into the woman’s arms, blinking, "We girls drink it; it’s too wasteful for Uncle Ram."
The two soon engaged in playful banter, looking overly harmonious.
The few people Ram brought with him were incredulous. Was this really the Mrs. Jones they knew? How could she seem... so approachable?
After playful exchanges, everyone shared so intelligence, though clearly Ram and his group were unfamiliar with this particular matter.
Luo Qianqian didn’t hold back in translating the information they knew to Ram and his group.
Upon hearing that the ’dropping’ from the sky was actually a creature, sothing they hadn’t known about, with abilities that were quite troubleso, a certain silence overtook them.
"Little Shiqi, how did you know?" Ram too was very curious; Luo Qianqian was young and shouldn’t have witnessed as much of the world as they had, so how did she know these things so clearly?
Luo Qianqian shrugged, looking proud, "Our country’s land is vast, resources abundant, five thousand years of history weren’t for nothing."
Internally, she felt a bit embarrassed, she couldn’t say her source of information was the Cultivation World, could she?
"Wow, I’ll definitely visit your country soday." Ram spoke with admiration.
Luo Qianqian touched her nose, "When you go, you’ll love it, because there’s so much delicious food."
"I’d really like to try it." Mrs. Jones smiled looking at Luo Qianqian, her gaze also mindful of the sky’s direction. If not for the unexpected incident, she wouldn’t have been called upon; she usually remained stationed within the national territory.
"I’d surely welco you." Luo Qianqian laughed and then looked seriously at Ram’s group, "Speaking of which, what are your abilities?"
Upon hearing Luo Qianqian’s question, Mrs. Jones’ face showed an odd expression, but she still smiled and glanced at the ice arrows in Ram’s hand, "Compared to you, it’s nothing, just considerable strength."
The opposing party had intentions to conceal, and Luo Qianqian didn’t delve deeply, exchanging pleasantries for a while before they opted to settle in the room next door, the entire top floor had been largely occupied by their group.
As the door closed, Luo Qianqian hesitantly gazed at the sky, the look of worry on her face was unmistakable, "Wondering... what’s happened..."
Jimo Kong’s health had always been poor, and Jimo Cheng was also a...
With a gentle sigh, Luo Qianqian looked at the sky, feeling at a loss.
Being so close, would sothing happen to them...?
In their rooms at night, everyone was cultivating, though the flow of heaven and earth’s force was nearly depleted, they still had their thods, akin to... the Spirit Stones in their hands.
Compared to the four people’s cultivation, Luo Qianqian was restless with concerns, holding a finely carved Green Spirit, injecting her spiritual power into it, amazed at the green halo it emitted without resistance, finally stopping, sensing its saturation with spiritual power.
At this mont, the Green Spirit resembled a Luminous Pearl, emitting faintly dim light, easily overlooked if not carefully noticed.
Luo Qianqian raised her eyebrows, thought: This jade was a natural spiritual object, absorbing the heavenly spiritual power for growth and evolution, her actions now rely made the natural process artificial.
Was this due to the rarity of the Green Spirit or because...
Thinking of this, Luo Qianqian took out a practice item seized long ago from Fang Youyuan, injecting spiritual power into it.
To her surprise, soon she felt filled with spiritual energy, and the white jade was also vibrant and lively.
As the sky brightened, everyone opened their eyes, and Luo Qianqian casually tossed the item into the Xuanming Ring.
There’s plenty of ti for research, but imdiate situations can’t afford such luxuries.
"It’s about to erge." Mo appeared with a black sword in her hand, resembling her little bow, looking heavy but strangely fitting Mo’s hand.
Her hand lightly brushed over the blade, causing a circle of red-black flas to appear instantaneously, burning fiercely.
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