The sun was setting in the west.
The black shadows of the eaves fell on Qing Jun's face.
She was so small that if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice the little ball hidden within the shadow.
"Senior Sister, are you sick?"
...Lying, right? How could a Fourth-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivator easily get sick?
These past few days, Senior Sister had been energetically inspecting the various herbal fields in Lisong Valley...
Her eyes held a hint of danger.
Senior Sister is lying, lying, lying...
Why lie!?
When Qing Jun spoke up, Chen Ye could clearly feel Zhiwei's body stiffen for a moment.
It was strange to say, but sometimes his eldest disciple seemed to be afraid of Qing Jun.
Chen Ye comfortingly patted her thin back, looked at Qing Jun, and put on a stern face:
"Senior Sister can't even stand steady, she must be sick, right?...Hmm?"
When he saw Qing Jun, Chen Ye's words paused.
