He looked at the open book on the table and rolled up the footer uneasily, "That's not necessary...Senior brother, how could I go astray? I must have learned from Elder Qi's lesson." You must have heard about it a long time ago. Don't waste your time on me. Don't worry, I won't tell the master or uncle. "
"Now I won't bother my junior brother to worry," Duan Qingshuang took out the book that had been ravaged in Fengren and turned it to the next page following Elder Qi's guidance. "Now that I have reached the perfection of Nascent Soul, I am only one chance away from becoming a god. Being around my junior brother will not disturb my cultivation."
It seemed that he had made up his mind to stay with him. Thatcher Feng couldn't defeat Duan Qingshuang. Even if he could, there would still be Master Duan Qingshuang, Old Man Qi, and even the Fairy Beauty waiting for him behind. He can only do some bad things. When facing these people, he can only run away.
After thinking clearly about his situation, Thatcher Feng could only reluctantly listen to Elder Qi's lecture.
I should say it or not, but in fact, Old Man Qi's lectures were very good, starting from the simple to the deep and fascinating. It's a pity that Thatcher Feng had learned these spells thousands of years ago, and listening to them only makes people feel sleepy.
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