Fang Youyuan didn’t dare to take Luo Qianqian back to the Luo Family. Instead, he used Luo Qianqian’s phone to call Qin Nuan, explained Luo Qianqian’s poor condition, and then took her to Han Moxuan.
Shortly after he arrived at Han Moxuan with Luo Qianqian, Jimo Cheng and Jimo Kong also arrived.
Jimo Cheng looked worried: "How is Jin Yuee?"
Fang Youyuan shook his head: "Breathing normal, pulse normal, probably just too tired."
"Ah, it’s my fault." Jimo Kong looked at Luo Qianqian on the bed and sighed: "If I hadn’t wanted to show her off back then, she wouldn’t have been targeted by that old bastard, and wouldn’t have ended up like this."
"Even without grandpa, soone who shines will still attract attention." Jimo Cheng’s face was calm: "Isn’t it ti to consider that matter?"
Jimo Kong’s face grew grim, filled with despair.
"What’s wrong?" Fang Youyuan noticed Jimo Kong’s expression and quickly asked.
Jimo Kong pulled the corners of his mouth but couldn’t bring himself not to let the younger generation intervene, after all, Luo Qianqian was his youngest student: "It’s ti for the Jimo Family’s judgnt, and Jin Yuee, unfortunately, chose to represent the Jimo Family."
Judgnt? Fang Youyuan was stunned for a mont, but imdiately understood what Jimo Kong was referring to, his face becoming quite serious: "Is it the ranking competition?"
Jimo Kong sighed and nodded his head, never expecting Luo Qianqian to participate on her own initiative. Even without the hidden noble clan status, the Jimo Family could have lived well after coming to the forefront twenty years ago, after finishing last in their first ranking competition, the Jimo Family had already been prepared for exile, thus transitioning slowly to the public eye.
Jimo Cheng just silently sat by the bed, looking at Luo Qianqian’s profile, his face full of admiration.
anwhile, Shi Bahao was even more aggrieved. Where was the promised food? How could there be no one? Luo Qianqian wasn’t even at the Luo Family.
Fortunately, he received a ssage, finally understanding what had happened, and stopped waiting.
Luo Qianqian looked at the old man sitting on a stone with a serious face, glaring at her, suddenly feeling a bit guilty.
However, seeing this familiar scene made her realize imdiately that she was still in a dream.
"You still know how to feel guilty?" The old man looked at Luo Qianqian’s expression and burst into anger, directly pulling out a willow branch from nowhere and gave Luo Qianqian a hard swat.
Luo Qianqian jumped three feet high, but still couldn’t avoid being hit on the calf by the willow branch, her face scrunched up imdiately: "Isn’t this a dream? Why does it hurt so much..."
"A dream? Dream, my foot!" The old man glared at Luo Qianqian angrily: "I told you not to neglect your cultivation, and now you’ve exhausted your Spiritual Energy! Did you think you were in a situation where you needed to use all your strength to protect yourself? I’m telling you, if you don’t reach the Fourth Level, you’ll be stuck here forever!"
Luo Qianqian grimaced: "What’s the use of it being a dream?"
"I’ll say it again, this is not a dream!" The old man glared at Luo Qianqian, exasperated, then reluctantly shook his head: "This is your spiritual world, synced with your body."
Luo Qianqian looked at the old man in surprise: "Sea of Knowledge?"
Then she glanced at the big white stone under the old man’s butt, her mouth twitching: "Is that my consciousness?"
"Are you stupid?" The old man swatted Luo Qianqian again with a willow branch.
Luo Qianqian rubbed her arm, looking aggrieved.
"It was just a sea, and now it’s turned into a stone?" The old man sighed helplessly as he looked at Luo Qianqian: "Don’t you see it’s all foggy here? That’s your Sea of Knowledge now."
"So... if this is my body, how did you get in?" Luo Qianqian frowned tightly, her face showing unspeakable seriousness.
The old man found himself montarily speechless, helplessly shaking his head: "I am your item now, what do you think?"
"Since when did you beco mine? How co I didn’t know about this?"
"Oh, and you still don’t want to admit it?"
"Admit what? I didn’t even know about this, okay?"
"Why would you pick up and take away if you didn’t want ?"
"Hey, picking you up ans becoming your master? How are you not advanced? Others have to drop blood to recognize a master; you just get picked up and that’s it?" Luo Qianqian leisurely bickered with the old man.
"Don’t compare to those useless things! The fact that soone can see already makes them one in ten thousand, picking up emphasizes the presence of fate..."
"Stop talking nonsense, I just want to know, what exactly are you made of? And why can’t others see you?"
"Rootless Water, Void Fire, Extre Cold Flowing Gold, Dustless Earth, Invisible Wood..."
"Stop, stop, didn’t you just use papermaking technique?"
"Papermaking technique? Can ordinary wood pulp make ? Are you kidding?"
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes: "Simply put, others can’t see you? Then what?"
"That’s all. Now you know enough." The old man proudly raised his head: "Respect in the future, and I might tell you so things."
Luo Qianqian sneered coldly: "Then tell why I could condense ice out of nothing today?"
"First, it was your emotions, then... you’re about to break through." The old man stroked his nose, looking calm, but couldn’t make eye contact with Luo Qianqian, instead looking elsewhere.
"What?" Breakthrough? Luo Qianqian was stunned: "Don’t tell I have to be unconscious for several days or take a bath or sothing?"
"No." The old man shook his head: "At most, not cultivating will make it difficult to control your body." The old man silently floated into the air: "You should cultivate well."
Luo Qianqian felt like she’d boarded a pirate ship.
The old man waved his hand, and the white fog displayed the Spiritual Energy route Luo Qianqian had morized.
After looking at it for a couple of seconds, Luo Qianqian sat on the white stone, closed her eyes, and wore a serious expression.
The old man saw that Luo Qianqian was already imrsed in cultivation, then looked at what was hidden in the white fog in-depth, even without approaching it, he could feel the cold, frowning deeply: "What on earth is this thing? But it seems to act according to this little girl’s emotional fluctuations?"
His eyes stared straight into the depths of the white fog, yet he had no courage to approach it. Although he felt superior to so Spiritual Artifacts and Spiritual Objects, this thing, however, gave him an absolute sense of suppression.
"Ah, it’s such a ti." The old man sighed, shook his head, and quietly watched Luo Qianqian.
And at this mont, the only similarity between Luo Qianqian on the bed and Luo Qianqian on the white stone was both frowning tightly and sweating.
"Grandpa." Jimo Cheng was full of concern.
Jimo Kong looked at Luo Qianqian and asked soone to bring a basin of water to wipe the sweat from her forehead: "She’s having a hard ti now, isn’t she?"
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