"Alright, Eldest Miss Meng."
Lin Mo smiled slightly. "You... talking to you is really a waste of breath, but I'm quite interested in you. If there's something you need to know, just ask me, I know..." As Meng Qingge spoke, she snatched the 'book' from Lin Mo's hand, laughing.
:"More detailed than the records in this book."
"I'm just a humble disciple of the Mystic Realm Sect, how dare I trouble Eldest Miss Meng? If Miss Meng has nothing else, I would like to check out other secret techniques."
Lin Mo said neither humbly nor arrogantly. Meng Qingge bit her thin, moist lips, her gaze suddenly becoming increasingly sharp, staring intensely at Lin Mo as if trying to see through all the secrets hidden in his heart. Just as Lin Mo moved his steps to the right, Meng Qingge blocked him again.
"Miss Meng, what is this?"
