C66 Charm

In the Daoist Priest's room.

Qingqing was currently sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat with her eyes closed. Waves of white smoke continuously emitted from her entire body, and the sweat on her forehead flowed down her fair and tender face as if she was asking for money.

The Tranquil Heart Grass was suspended above Qing Qing's head, and it was constantly rotating