In preparation for the upcoming competition, representatives from various sects are diligently practicing their techniques. If their secret move is spied upon by others, that would be a big problem.
Song Qi, however, only has one thing to say: "How can it be called spying if it's a matter of appreciation? Monkey Head Mushroom girl, your perspective is too narrow."
Before Tang Ling could erupt in anger again, Tang Xiang chuckled and said, "The Gingko of Moon Sect must be fortunate to obtain Brother Song's favor."
Song Qi's gaze fell on Tang Xiang, and he was silent for a moment, perhaps wondering who this girl before him was. After a while, he spoke, "The scent of the sachet has dissipated."
Tang Ling glared over, "If the sachet has lost its scent, why don't you make a new one!?"
Song Qi replied gloomily, "I won't."
He really said it with righteous confidence!
