"You're not going to let this go, are you!?"
Zi Yuan could take it no longer and transformed into a Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaur.
She turned around with puffed-out cheeks, glaring at Qin Feng and showing off her gleaming little tiger teeth.
Whoosh!!
Qin Feng didn't even look back, leaving several afterimages in his wake.
It wasn't that he was afraid of this Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaur beast, nor was it because Zi Yuan had inherited the legacy of the Moon Spirit Immortal Emperor and now had a higher cultivation than him. He had simply remembered that he still had something important to take care of.
"Hmph!!"
Zi Yuan huffed angrily, then sat back down to cultivate.
After being thoroughly beaten by Yu Lan in the Double Pupils World last time, she had no interest in any of that nonsense about love.
All she wanted was to cultivate as hard as she could, racing against time until she could defeat Yu Lan the next time they met and use her fists to show those fox spirits who really called the shots in the Qin Emperor's harem.
The scene shifted—
Qin Feng hurried to Immortal Casting Peak and found the First Ancestor of the Qin Family, who was in charge of the warehouse.
The First Ancestor of the Qin Family was lounging on a recliner like a pampered old master, holding a little teapot and humming a tune. A few young maids stood around him, kneading his shoulders and legs and fanning him.
Not far from the First Ancestor of the Qin Family sat a writing desk.
A man was seated behind it, diligently recording the warehouse's incoming and outgoing goods. There was a clear, almost college-student-like foolishness in his eyes, especially when he looked at people.
"Feng'er's here!"
The First Ancestor of the Qin