Ning Rongrong Was Afraid?

Zhu Zhuqing was diligently absorbing her Soul Ring.

Ning Rongrong was unwilling to be outdone as well.

They would see who could absorb theirs faster.

Before long.

The Little Witch ran off to deal with it.

It seemed she had ultimately won this contest.

The sky gradually darkened.

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes. Feeling that her Soul Power had actually reached level 35, she could not help wondering whether something had gone wrong.

What exactly had that pill been made from? Its effects were that good?

"Eh? Rongrong, your face is so red."

Seeing her cheeks, which looked as though they could drip blood at any moment, Zhu Zhuqing immediately became curious about what had happened while she was absorbing her Soul Ring.

"Cough, cough... It's been hot lately. You know that."

"Since we've both finished absorbing them, let's go."

Ning Rongrong turned around and hurried away. Thinking of that shameful scene from earlier, she wished she could curse herself for being so shameless!

How could she do that in front of Zhuqing?!

And she had nearly...

Let the rain fall onto her head!

Damn it!

Had she fallen that low too?

Before long.

The three of them arrived at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing immediately set up a tent and crawled inside to chat.

Su Li stood by the shore, looking at the spring before him as he prepared to transplant Ah Yin.

A moment later.

The Blue Silver Grass, which had now grown quite large, appeared in his hand. Its leaves swayed gently and rubbed against him, though he had no idea what it meant.

"Alright, that tickles."

Su Li rubbed the blue leaves, wondering where a plant's private parts even were.

Ahem.

As a proper man, how could he study