Luo Qingtong, upon seeing the style of that spiritual ship, decisively turned around and rode her own spiritual ship.
Leaving Yu Sihuang behind, staring at his meticulously adorned spiritual ship with a face full of gloom.
"Isn't this spiritual ship beautiful?" he asked Yu Xingqi beside him.
The latter's lips twitched.
"Beautiful! Absolutely stunning! Brother, you can ride it yourself! I'm going to Sister!"
The red and green colors, the freely fluttering drapes, the rose petals flying everywhere with their own effects...
Oh, and the fragrance that wafts miles...
Especially since the spiritual ship was deliberately designed in the style of a Huan Chariot...
It's practically ostentatious to the extreme!
Yu Xingqi felt that even setting aside Luo Qingtong, she herself found it shameful to board it, okay?!
She gave her brother a sidelong glance and turned directly to chase after Luo Qingtong.
"Sister! Sister, wait for me!"
