"All right, I'm leaving. Make yourselves at home."
Leaving those words behind.
Xia Wuyuan stayed no longer. His entire body suddenly sank into the ground and vanished.
Gu Qing was startled at the sight.
He had just vanished like that?
What kind of ability was that?
Could it be an earth escape technique?
Gu Qing was deeply surprised. He had thought the Old Ancestor of the Xia Family was merely a martial artist, but now it seemed the man also knew skills like spells?
Were supernatural beings from centuries ago all so well-rounded?
Did they know a little of everything?
For a moment, countless thoughts ran through Gu Qing's mind.
He did not dwell on them.
Soon.
Gu Qing collected his thoughts, his gaze falling straight on the Dragon Spear in his Junior Schoolmate's hands.
He asked, "Could you let me take a look at your Dragon Spear?"
"Of course."
Xia Shuran nodded readily and offered him the Dragon Spear with both hands.
Gu Qing reached out to take it. The shaft felt extraordinarily heavy in his hands, hard and scorching to the touch.
He raised the spear and examined it closely. A faint crimson sheen covered its length, its patterns overlapping like dragon scales. A faint draconic aura subtly flowed through it, and scorching heat lingered around it.
He had to admit, this really was a divine weapon.
Gu Qing looked at it enviously, wanting a mighty weapon like this himself.
A few minutes later.
Gu Qing returned the Dragon Spear to Xia Shuran.
Xia Shuran took the Dragon Spear and, with a thought, put it away in her storage bracelet.
Then, dragging her sore, weak body along, she looked at Gu Qing and pleaded softly, "Senior, could you massage my muscles for me? They're so sore."
"Lie down,