Farewell to the Clan, Farewell to the Nine Provinces!

Ao Run's cherry lips—how should one put it?

Probably... very moist.

This Dragon Race female cultivator, whether in appearance, figure, the glimmer in her eyes, or her temperament, exuded from the inside out a mature, dewy lushness. One bite, and her mouth would be full of juice.

But...

Li Qingyuan froze for a moment. Void Refining Magic Power surged, instantly blasting Ao Run away. He said, "Fellow Daoist Ao Run, please conduct yourself with dignity."

Ao Run also froze, inwardly perplexed. I've been this proactive—why is he still like this?

"Among Nine Provinces cultivators, whether human or Demon Race, is there any male who would refuse me?"

Ao Run's beautiful eyes glistened, seductive and soft. "Qingyuan, you said you wanted me to be your mount?"

"This concubine is willing to accept the loss of the wager."

"I remember that the first time you rode this concubine across the Nine Provinces, soaring through heaven and earth, you were very happy, very excited, as though you had fulfilled a long-cherished wish from your youth."

Li Qingyuan said, "I was young then. It was merely a joking wager."

"I have long since forgotten about this business of mounts."

Ao Run declared her love. "But I remember."

"This concubine is about to condense a dragon pearl and become an Azure Dragon. Having an Azure Dragon as your mount can add to your majesty."

"By day, this concubine can be your mount. At night, this concubine can, can..."

Li Qingyuan hurriedly said, "There is no need for that ever again."

Having an Azure Dragon as a mount would indeed be spectacular and eye-catching wherever he went.

However, when traveling the Cultivation World and wandering the jianghu, what Li Qingyuan pursued was keeping a low profile, being steady, blending in with the crowd after endlessly changing