"Yueqiu, I really don't need your Spirit Stones. You should keep them for your own cultivation."
"Master, please take them. Just consider it me storing them with you for now..."
Speechless, Pei Yuhang flicked the girl on her smooth forehead, causing Qing Yueqiu to let out a soft cry and clutch her head.
"Are you treating the prize from the Sect competition like an allowance for me to hold onto? Just keep it yourself."
As her master, how could Pei Yuhang possibly accept the valuables his disciple had fought so hard to obtain? 'I have no idea what Yueqiu is thinking.'
He shook his head, unfurled the Teleportation Scroll, and said, "I'm going to the Cold Earth Spring to cultivate. Don't even think about giving me those Spirit Stones."
Qing Yueqiu raised her hand, wanting to say more, but her master had already turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished on the spot after a spatial fluctuation.
