"By the way, you're level forty now. Tomorrow, I'll send someone to take you hunting for a Spirit Ring."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
As Su Mo and Ye Qingshuang spoke, faint footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.
They both turned to look.
The newcomer was Bibi Dong.
She had changed into a light pink dress, its hem falling just to her knees and revealing her fair, slender calves. Her long hair was loosely draped down to her waist.
She first glanced at Su Mo, then looked at Ye Qingshuang, her gaze lingering on her for an extra moment.
A moment earlier, she had heard the cries of surprise from downstairs and knew that Ye Qingshuang had likely finished refining the Immortal Herb, so she came out to take a look.
Who would have thought that the moment she stepped out of her room, she would see the two downstairs locked in a tight embrace?
Su Mo felt Bibi Dong's gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
Yet his expression remained unchanged. After all, nothing had happened between him and Ye Qingshuang.
Meanwhile, the blush on Ye Qingshuang's face had yet to fade. When she saw Bibi Dong looking at her, she immediately became flustered, inexplicably guilty, and did not dare meet her eyes.
Before long, Bibi Dong walked to Su Mo's side and hooked her arm around his.
She looked at Ye Qingshuang with a half-smile. "Sister Ye, have you finished refining the Immortal Herb? Has the Martial Soul Curse been resolved?"
After spending the past few days together, the two had gotten along fairly well. Though Bibi Dong was the Pope's disciple, she was still young, simple-minded, and carried no airs. Ye Qingshuang was several years older than her, so she naturally called her Sister Ye.
Ye Qingshuang forced