That terrifying speed of cultivation, it's simply unparalleled even by prodigies!
...
After bidding farewell to Mu Xiong, Mu Qingge walked alone on the street.
She seemed to be aimlessly wandering around.
However, when she reached an opulently decorated restaurant, a waiter came out to stop her, grinning obsequiously: "Little Lord, a distinguished guest has been waiting at our humble establishment for quite some time. If you're not in a hurry, would you care to join us upstairs?"
Mu Qingge sat astride her horse, a cold smile crossing her lips.
She dismounted with a flip and tossed the reins to the waiter. Startled, he quickly waved his hands and retreated, his face turning pale as he pleaded, "Oh, Little Lord! This is a Spirit Beast, I don't have the guts or skill to handle this grand beast. Please, could you lead it inside yourself?"
With that, he scrunched up his face, trying hard to maintain a smile.
Mu Qingge was speechless, turning her gaze to the haughty Black Flame.
