"What a pity, what a pity, Qingyun Sect, with eyes yet unseeing, actually missed out on two peerless talents like us!"
Li Quanqing walked on the path down the mountain, his steps unstable, still recalling the scenes on the Illusion Heart Platform just now.
Beside him, a boy with skin as dark as a dog's, scrawny, kept chattering with a face full of regret.
Li Quanqing didn't speak, just stopped by a misty lake, looking at the reflection on the water.
What met his eyes was a boy in coarse cloth, somewhat underdeveloped, looking about fourteen or fifteen, with ordinary looks.
"What's up, Quanqing, are you hungry? I still have some buns given by an immortal earlier. Now that we're wealthy, we can't resort to drinking water to stave off hunger like when we were beggars!"
The dark-skinned boy beside him, though verbose, was quite honest, taking out two pale, tender meat buns from his pouch.
"Erhou, you really think ahead, I've long finished those buns in my belly."
