On the edge of the Flying Boat, Ji Feixue brushed her teeth, and used the dew from the Jade Clean Bottle to rinse her mouth. She turned her head back and glared at Su He who was meditating.
73,000 years ago, if it wasn't for his Yuan Yang falling on her, she would have thought this seducer was an expert who frequents brothels.
Too many low tactics.
Far beyond the theory of Dual Cultivation.
Ji Feixue snorted, cleaned herself, and leaned on the railing of the boat, quietly staring at the starry sky in a trance.
A night of madness, but it firmly told her that the wait of 730,000 years had truly ended.
From today onwards, even if they are separated by the Three Thousand Great Worlds, she is no longer alone.
They are truly in the same era now.
