Ling Qingxuan's black hair fell to her waist, gleaming like satin. Her large eyes darted about with great spirit. She wore a metallic T-shirt and matching black-gold trousers, exposing part of her fair, slender legs.
She sat with Wang Xuan in a tea house in a modern city. Clearly, she had altered her appearance to avoid bringing him trouble, yet she had not shortchanged herself—she was still devastatingly beautiful.
She sprang to her feet. Kong Xuan could tie up Sun Wukong and bring him to her?
"Act like a lady. Quiet down and sit." Wang Xuan gestured for her to do so. Though they were in a private room, with a bracelet refined from forbidden items concealing heavenly secrets, he still told her not to be impulsive.
"If you can tie him up and bring him here, then even if Suspended Ridge's higher-ups refuse to trade, I'll go persuade them myself!" Ling Qingxuan said. Her chest rose and fell, and only after a while did she slowly calm down.
"You care about him that much?" Wang Xuan looked surprised.
"Who cares about him? I just want to ask why he hit me four times in a row. There was no reason for it—he ambushed me the moment we met." She was furious, still not knowing why.
Every time, Sun Wukong had suddenly leaped out and clubbed her with his staff. Even now, just thinking about it made the very core of her head ache.
As formidable as she was, she had no choice but to commission a strange treasure helmet, which she wore every time she went out.
It was only because she was meeting Kong Xuan today and did not want to be mocked that she had temporarily decided not to wear it.
"What kind of Primordial Spirit Sacred