Yin-Yang Spiritual Seal

Purple Qilin?

Upon hearing this, Li Qing quickly reacted. It should have been that Purple Qilin, right?

It was even worse than him at naming things—what a perfunctory, sloppy name!

After casually mocking it in his heart, Li Qing chuckled and said, "Oh? You mean that purple-skinned sheep? I saw it being rather unruly just now, so I casually slaughtered it. I was even thinking of taking it back to make soup someday."

Saying this, Li Qing dragged over the Purple Qilin that had been playing dead behind him. Its limbs were stretched stiff as it lay on the ground, truly looking as though it were dead.

At this Scene, Wang Chan's head buzzed, and she nearly stood up from the Yin-Yang Pool again.

However, she reacted quickly and immediately confirmed that the Purple Qilin was still alive. It had merely been knocked unconscious.

She had only been thrown into disarray just now and failed to notice these things.

The Next Moment, Wang Chan took out a soft gray robe, then rose from the pool. With a turn of her body, the loose gray robe covered her graceful figure.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you are now a Nascent Soul Realm senior, yet you still make such jokes. It is rather beneath your status." Wang Chan's tone was slightly cold, clearly somewhat dissatisfied with what had happened just now.

Li Qing did not mind. In truth, he had indeed seen all of her, so he had been in the wrong.

"Heh, this was indeed my fault. I was presumptuous. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Wang Chan." Li Qing casually offered an apology.

Only then did Wang Chan's expression ease considerably. No matter what, the one standing before her was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. She could not truly remain angry with him