"Ye Dao... Thank you, Elder Ye!" Xu Xiuqing instinctively wanted to call him Daoist friend, but upon feeling Ye Jingcheng's spiritual might, she repeatedly changed her address.
She lowered her head, revealing only the upper half of her delicate face.
It was still as memorable as when she was in Taihang Market years ago.
Only now, there was an inch-long scar in front of her chin.
It wasn't unsightly, but it wasn't attractive either.
"Xu Daoist, long time no see." Ye Jingcheng finished dealing with the old man's corpse, then stored the spiritual ship into his storage bag and looked at her.
"Elder Ye's divine techniques have greatly improved, while I remain the same, causing Elder Ye to laugh at my incompetence."
"I see you are heading to the market too. How about finding a place to drink some spirit tea?" Ye Jingcheng suggested.
