The Great Battle Finally Begins

"My mask!"

Mei Qian appeared at some point and immediately asked Mu Qing for her mask.

Mu Qing had no choice but to hand the mask over to her.

But Mei Qian did not leave. She stretched out her fair palm, a hint of a smile appearing on her alluring face. "Did you forget something?"

"What? Didn't I give the mask back to you? And I have to say, it was quite useful." Mu Qing said.

"A divine stone vein!"

She remembered it very clearly.

Mu Qing's mouth twitched. This woman really was not holding back.

But Mu Qing was now utterly penniless. Everything had been used up when dealing with the Heavenly Restriction Bottle.

Even if he wanted to give Mei Qian a divine stone vein, he had no way to produce one.

"No. Not a single one. Put it on credit for now; we'll talk about it later." Mu Qing said carelessly, deciding to forget all about this in the future.

Several dark lines appeared on Mei Qian's smooth white forehead. Then she gave a coquettish snort. "Then you'd better remember. If you don't give it to me within six months, I'll transform into your likeness and go around committing all sorts of evil—like abducting innocent women by force."

Mu Qing's expression changed, and in the end, he could only agree.

"And this is?"

At that moment, Dragon Turtle turned his gaze toward Elder Tu beside Mu Qing.

Dressed entirely in blood-red robes, Elder Tu stood out wherever he went. What was more, the body he had regained was rather special, constantly giving off a faint fragrance, as though tempting others to seize his body.

Mei Qian frowned and muttered, "He smells even better than us women. Don't tell me he's some old pervert?"

"You're the fucking pervert!"