And the other two, one was Luo Dongxiong, with whom Zheng Ming had dealt before, and the other, Cheng Qingling.
Cheng Qingling, dressed in plain clothes, was currently holding a rag, tirelessly wiping down a wooden table that had lost a leg and was propped up with a rock.
Although her forehead bore no sweat beads due to her cultivation, a faint blush had nevertheless appeared on her cheeks.
If the young heroes of Lu Ling Mansion knew that their goddess was wiping tables near the toilets, who knows whether they would all go mad with frustration.
"Smack!" Luo Dongxiong's palm hammered heavily on a solid piece of wood, his eyes flaming with anger, "Grandfather, the people from Dong Song Academy have really gone too far! They... they've actually placed us in such a location!"
Luo Jinwu's expression, however, was very calm. He glanced at Cheng Qingling, who was gently wiping the table as if she harbored not the slightest hint of anger, and couldn't help shaking his head.