C293 But It Was Hard to Meet an Opponent

On the way back to the camp, there was a short-haired teenager.

Qin Churen did not disappoint the crowd and did not recognize this was the small monk she had met once in the White Horse Temple.

But perhaps it was somewhat familiar, or perhaps it was the other party's otherworldly temperament that was particularly eye-catching. Along the way, she took a few more glances at him.

After that