Now that she had arrived at the humid and sultry Yannan border, that sticky and stifling heat was making her feel quite restless.
She rolled around on the deck like a salted fish, and kept huffing noisily.
"Zhiwei, use your spiritual power to cool this girl down."
Chen Ye watched with amusement, turning his head to give an order.
Zhiwei smiled gently and immediately pinched a spell, a wisp of extremely pure water spiritual power spread over Qing Jun like a thin veil.
The young girl stretched comfortably, then looked at her master discontentedly, muttering:
"Master is such a lazybones! Can't even take care of his own disciple! You should be holding Qing Jun in your arms, using spiritual power to cool your disciple nonstop!"
What a silly master!
Chen Ye couldn't be bothered to deal with this unreasonable little girl, as he glanced down to vaguely see the outlines of a large cluster of buildings.
