"Next time? Maybe soon, maybe far in the future."
Wen Ping shook his head.
This scene left the crowd feeling rather disappointed.
If there's regret for not being able to follow, that feeling is hard to bear, but hearing that those who went caused such a sensation, it becomes even harder.
Zhao Qing turned her head and beckoned to the smug Yang Lele, "Lele, let's spar today. Let me experience the feeling of gaining indirect fame."
Upon hearing this, Yang Lele's expression instantly stiffened. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "No, I haven't been cultivating properly these days, my progress has fallen way behind you guys; I need to seize the time for hidden cultivation, no time for sparring."
"No way!"
Zhao Qing shouted angrily.
Yang Lele bolted, shouting while he ran, "A real man doesn't fight with a woman. Catch me, if you catch me, I will..."
"Trying to run?"
Zhao Qing took steps and chased after him.
