He also did not want to reveal his ability to shrink the earth into inches.
After all, for a Qi Transformation Stage expert to possess such qinggong was far too inconceivable.
Should it arouse others' covetousness, it might bring great trouble.
After all, he still did not understand this world's true face or the level of its ultimate power. Revealing the Demon Subduing Saber Art was already the limit.
"Junior Brother Chu, let us give you a ride," Qi Qingmei said.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists, looking ashamed. "Thank you for the trouble."
"Your cultivation is low. There is nothing to be ashamed of," Qi Qingmei said gently.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly.
Qi Qingmei looked at a young girl beside her. "Xiao Lu."
The young girl pursed her lips.
Her cherry-red lips gleamed with a jelly-like luster.
Her face was no bigger than a palm, her features delicate and exquisitely beautiful.
Under Qi Qingmei's increasingly sharp gaze, she pouted and reluctantly said, "Then I'll do it."
With a flick of her hand, a strip of white silk shot from her sleeve.
The silver-white silk glowed softly beneath the sunlight. Like a nimble spirit snake, it deftly coiled around Chu Zhiyuan's waist, then yanked him into a sudden burst of speed. "Junior Brother Chu, let me lend you a hand."
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists. "Thank you, Senior Sister."
As she dragged him along at high speed to catch up with the women, the young girl asked curiously, "Junior Brother Chu, can you really see through them?"
"I would not dare say I can see through all of them, but if they carry demonic or fiendish aura, I should be able to smell it."
Chu Zhiyuan said.
The young girl continued, "You are only at the Third Turn of the Qi