Mei Qing listened to the monster's words.
The classic of a young immortal cultivator's counterattack?
She carefully analyzed the other party's context and tone.
She soon realized that something was wrong.
It seemed to have paused when it said this?
What did this mean?
Mei Qing was too familiar with it.
Thus, she mustered up her courage and asked, "Your Honor... can you introduce these classics to me?"
The fire in the other party's eyes suddenly increased in brightness and became as bright as incandescence.
It seemed to be interested.
He sat down again, picked up a cup of tea filled with golden tea liquid, and took a sip.
"Customer, if you want to talk about this with me... Then I won't be sleepy anymore..."
"For example, there's a classic... It tells the story of a mortal who, with the help of the various wonders of the small jade bottle, eventually won the name of 'Running' in the three realms..."