In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
Chen Mo had recovered quite well; most of his internal injuries were healed, all thanks to his dual cultivation with Su Mengyan.
But as for the damaged foundation, only a tiny bit had been repaired.
On the way back to the Daoist Alliance, Su Mengyan kept holding onto Chen Mo's arm, calling him "big brother" the whole time, and every now and then, in front of the others, she'd put on a little display of affection with him.
Mu Qianqian's gaze at Ice Spirit was very strange. She wasn't surprised that Su Mengyan would do those kinds of things.
Because of how special the Joyful Union Sect was, plenty of people looked at disciples of the Joyful Union Sect through tinted lenses.
As the Saintess of the Joyful Union Sect, Su Mengyan was, in Mu Qianqian's eyes, even more so.
But Ice Spirit…
