In a courtyard of West Mountain Residence, some young girls of Qingrong Peak were talking about the news of the Cultivation tournament.
They were preoccupied with their conversation and got quite excited. The shells of watermelon seeds were thrown everywhere, and the water in the teapot had been added many times.
Nan Wang walked in, a chilly expression on her face.
The rules of Qingrong Peak were usually not strictly enforced, but when these disciples saw the look on their Peak Master's face, they didn't dare act improperly. These young girls quickly put down the teacups and watermelon seeds in their hands and bowed to her in unison.