Just as Su Qing placed all the Cultivation Techniques into the Synthesizer and was about to combine them...
"Su Qing, Su Qing."
"Get out here!"
The sound of Ouyang Mingming's voice had barely reached him before the door to his house was kicked open.
BANG~
Ouyang Mingming was about to start scolding him.
But to her surprise, the moment she stepped inside, she was met with a wave of warmth—a temperature completely out of place on Cold Extremity Peak. Then her eyes fell on Su Qing, sitting on a sofa he had apparently made himself.
Her anger flared again. "You brat, you really know how to live it up!"
"That True Disciple of Elder Baili's challenged you, why didn't you accept?"
"Didn't want to," Su Qing said without even thinking.
'So it was about that.'
'And here I was, wondering what all the fuss was about.'
"Didn't want to!" Ouyang Mingming got angry again.
"Because you 'didn't want to,' you just let your entire year's stipend go down the drain?"
