Sister, I Want to Get Stronger, Too!

Once Feng Wu had cleaned herself up, Qiuling helped treat her wounds.

Seeing all the cuts on Feng Wu's body, Qiuling burst into tears again.

Why was it always Miss Wu? She kept getting hurt, and it never seemed to end!

Hearing the sobs, Feng Wu turned around to find Qiuling weeping.

"Why are you crying?" Feng Wu rolled her eyes at her maid.

"Miss, can you try not to get hurt?" Qiuling said between broken sobs. "You've got amazing skin, and it's being ruined by all these cuts. I don't know what to do…"

Qiuling was still feeling distraught, when she sensed spiritual essence rushing into Feng Wu.

Rumble —

There was the sound of chanting in the air.

To cultivators, that had to be the most amazing sound in the world.

As a junior cultivator herself, Qiuling recognized that sound. She covered her mouth and stared at Feng Wu in amazement.

Meanwhile, her mistress had already entered a state of meditation.