YAWN...
In the eastern outskirts of Linzhou, on the top floor of the Pingyun Group building.
Dong Muyun yawned and stretched lazily.
She really was too busy now.
The Pingyun Group had stabilized, but there were also many things to handle for the Tianyun Group. After all, she hadn't completely returned Tianyun to the Dong Family. This time, neither her father nor the Dong Family had attempted to meddle in this regard again.
Ultimately, it was all thanks to that darn kid. The cultivation competition had thrust that young fellow into the spotlight. Dong Muyun knew that several ancient families with long-standing legacies had been inquiring about Su Ping. However, after the news about Sang Sheng and Ghost Saint spread, those people made no further moves. Even those powerful ancient families might not particularly fear a Holy Spirit, but no one could afford to ignore the figure standing behind those two.
I wonder what that darn kid is doing now?
