The Iron Sword sliced through the sea of clouds, descending towards the familiar Luoli Courtyard.
Qing Jun's small face was pressed against Chen Ye's back, her silver-white hair blown chaotically by the wind.
Throughout the journey, she was chattering to her mentor about the happenings at Baopu Hall.
"Stinky mentor, I learned nothing from the Xu Family's heritage, but I did watch a bunch of little brats. That Zhao Guanhai, with a face as stiff as a coffin lid! Zhang Chuxi... hmph, her eyes are practically growing on top of her head! Baopu Peak is no fun at all!"
Chen Ye chuckled inwardly but also made a mental note.
Qing Jun had long been accustomed to getting along with Bai Susu and could already tolerate her temperament.
However, for her to describe someone as having "eyes growing on top of their head," that Zhang Chuxi must be even more arrogant.
Still, it's unusual not to be arrogant.
