"Little friend, we meet again!" Seeing Zhou Qing once more, Elder Mo Tianheng had a big smile on his face.
Zhou Qing respectfully saluted, "Elder Mo, sorry to disturb you again."
"You," Elder Mo shook his head in mock displeasure, "you say this every time, it makes us seem distant."
Though he spoke like this, his eyes were full of laughter.
Zhou Qing awkwardly touched his nose.
Indeed, every time he came, he troubled Elder Mo, but he himself hadn't helped him even once, so he inevitably felt bad.
"I remember last time you left, you said we would hear news from you soon." Elder Mo sipped from a teacup.
"It's been nine months already, and aside from the people in the Imperial City guessing which force you joined after leaving Bibo Celestial Lake, there's been no news."
Zhou Qing gave an embarrassed smile, then scratched his head.
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