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"Zhou, you're back!"
Lu Yaoyao had just pushed the door open when she saw a stream of light descend from the sky, and Zhou Qing landed somewhat disheveled in the courtyard.
"Where's our senior brother and sister?" Zhou Qing asked urgently, only to see Lu Yaoyao suddenly cover her nose and step back two paces with disdain: "Why does it smell so bad?"
Zhou Qing finally realized, and with a tremor of spiritual power around him, he dispersed the foul odor in waves of water.
He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when his expression changed, and he once again turned into a stream of light, soaring skyward.
"Huh?" Lu Yaoyao was still caught off guard when another dung-yellow light closely followed.
Shen Yunzhou appeared angrily, holding a ball of filthy substance in each hand, spinning them around in his palms.
"What are you guys doing..." Lu Yaoyao was dumbfounded.
