Tuanzi rushed to the second floor at lightning speed, with a 'swish', swiftly climbed through the window into the room, and the instant she landed, she darted to the door like an arrow off the string, quickly locked the door, then flew onto the bed, rolled around nimbly, pulled the quilt over herself, and guiltily closed her eyes.
The whole set of movements flowed seamlessly, taking less than a minute.
The system watched in silence.
It suddenly recalled the host mastering Qinggong all by herself.
Who learns Qinggong through sneaking food and running away? And who, although inferior to senior brothers in swordsmanship, excels in Qinggong?
A few minutes passed before Ning Jixiu's angry and embarrassed voice sounded from the door.
"Gu Miaomiao, open the door for me!"
The background noise was him patting the door vigorously.
