"Taoist nun Jinfeng, first of all, don't look down on this young master!"
"Secondly, with your weight of a hundred and eighty pounds, running while carrying you is as easy as drinking water."
"I hope you can consider me for a moment, I have an urgent matter at home and need to get back soon, but now I have to take you along. How should we deal with this issue?"
Wang Xiaoshuai analyzed logically.
Jinfeng listened, feeling like a useless burden, and in the end could only reply with extreme shyness, "Kind Mortal, I'm sorry, I can only trouble you."
"I am not good at running."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoshuai smiled satisfactorily to himself.
Damn it, with your level of cultivation, go practice for another hundred and eighty years—it's as easy as drinking water to deal with you.
Then Wang Xiaoshuai bent over, pointed at his back, and teased, "Taoist nun Jinfeng, please get onto the sedan!"
Seeing this, Jinfeng couldn't help but smile, and then she walked behind Wang Xiaoshuai.