It's not worth letting a Martial Saint Senior hold a grudge against Shang Yanting just for a few talismans.
Having figured it out, Little Raccoon packed a small backpack, sighed, and prepared to head out again.
"Where are you going?"
Shang Yanting asked without even looking up.
Jia Xitong: "To maintain good relationships for this household."
Listening to her forlorn tone, Shang Yanting couldn't help but laugh, "I was just teasing you, no need to go."
"But Senior Mo Hongyun..."
"Didn't you say it yourself? Senior Hongyun is a Martial Saint of Yimeng Academy, not our Dingtian Academy's Martial Saint. We don't need to curry favor with him."
"It was you who said to offend Senior Mo, and you again who said not to worry about him. You are so contradicting."
Jia Xitong was left speechless by him.
"I was just teasing you."
"Are you some happy bean, always teasing me."
Little Raccoon lowered its head and used the small braid made by Uncle Karl to fiercely hit Shang Yanting's calf.
