The Noble

On the way to the cinema, Mo Xiaofei and Zhui Feng walked ahead, while Zi Xing and the class monitor followed behind. The class monitor was a gentle person, and Zi Xing, being the Young Master of the Greedy Wolf Clan, naturally had no trouble conversing either. She could even chat aimlessly with her.

"Big brother, don't you have to cultivate today?" Zhui Feng asked curiously.

In the past, Mo Xiaofei would basically return to cultivate as soon as classes ended. Today, however, he had not. Instead, he had come out shopping in his school uniform.

Mo Xiaofei said bitterly, "I asked for leave a week in advance... Otherwise, I might not have been able to come out at all."

Having heard that he had received guidance from the True Dragon of Shenzhou and was cultivating as a student, Zhui Feng naturally wanted that qualification too—it was something every demon in the demon world would fight desperately to obtain. But toward Mo Xiaofei, all he felt was relief. "Hmm... Lord Dragon is indeed a little strict. But I haven't seen Lord Dragon much lately either. Is she all right?"

Long Xiruo had repeatedly warned Mo Xiaofei not to reveal her current situation. Knowing how serious it was, Mo Xiaofei naturally said no more. "She's doing all right. She went out to gather herbs and probably won't be back for a while. Little Dragon Lord has been instructing me lately."

"Oh, oh." Zhui Feng nodded. He knew of Little Dragon Lord and had even met her once, but he had no idea what her background was. "By the way, big brother, you said earlier that you had something to ask me. What is it?"

Mo Xiaofei simply pulled a drawing by the Soul Painter of a Wolf Clan Warrior from his