In the sports hall, looking through the huge glass walls, the sexy purple silhouette following beside Shen Qiang, the two sharing one umbrella as they leave, Pan Zheng not only revealed a comforting smile at the corner of his mouth but also shook his head helplessly.
"Meiqing, that girl, is really just like her mother. She obviously likes him to death in her heart, but she just won't admit it verbally. When I asked her so much last night, she still insisted she and Shen Qiang are just ordinary friends. As cultivators, a little rain is really nothing, so why share an umbrella with Shen Qiang?"
Pan Zheng chuckled.
Weisheng Zhimei looked on, full of helplessness.
"This troublesome guy really can't sit still."
Meanwhile, the many cultivators watching the two leave snapped back to their senses.
"At such a crucial moment in the alchemy contest, why did Shen Qiang leave? Doesn't he care about the outcome of the Dan Fighting?"
