"Didn't you go back to the capital to report your work? Why did you come back? Is it so convenient to fly on the sword?"
Yue Feiran asked Qing Fan to bring the food back to the kitchen, but he stared at the old Taoist Qingyun anxiously. This old bastard was so cunning that he might take something from home at any time.
"Damn! You've read too many novels! How dare you fly on the sword! With my cultivation, how can you fly?" The Taoist Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "And do you think flying on the sword will consume a lot of magic power? In such an environment on the earth, who dares to waste magic power like that? It's not a big deal to sit on the plane!"
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"What's the expression on your face!? Why do you look like your dream is broken?" The cyan cloud senior became a
