On this day, Luo Qingyao emerged from seclusion.
She had only been in seclusion for half a month, which sometimes isn't even considered seclusion among cultivators. Meditating for half a month continuously is quite normal. However, without a doubt, she had reaped considerable benefits in these two weeks.
As soon as Fan Wubing saw her, he could sense an exhilarating aura around her.
"Did you, break through?"
Luo Qingyao approached, wanting to hug Fan Wubing. In the past, Fan Wubing would always dodge, but this time he didn't. In fact, as Luo Qingyao was about to embrace him, she stumbled to a halt, her face turning a bit red,
"Hey, why didn't you dodge, senior brother?"
"Do you want me to dodge?"
"Ah! Honestly." Luo Qingyao's face was full of resentment, "You should have told me earlier, I wasn't prepared at all."
At the same time, she cursed herself for missing such a good opportunity.
She composed herself and said proudly,
