C1822
The storm had just subsided.
A few leaves swirled past Shen Qing's body.
The young girl, whose figure and appearance had already been set, slightly tilted her head and a hint of curiosity appeared in her eyes.
Why did the teacher's expression seem a little strange? It was as if something was about to spew out.
"You can continue to cultivate here. It doesn't matter if you meditate or something
