o one dared to cause trouble here, but her arrival was strange. With her cultivation level, she hadn't sensed anyone approaching at all. Thus, she respectfully said, "My name is Pan Qiaoer. What's you...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。ell, this poor Daoist will go then." The slovenly Taoist gritted his teeth, trembling with both hands, he took out a roughly made wooden armor from his storage pouch and put it on. Then he clutched a...