"Why do you say that?"
The Phonograph seemed to want to explain but was somewhat reluctant.
Hong Ying said from the side, "Qi Lang, as a Traveling Cultivator who has reached the Ninth Layer of Earth Skin, your speed already far surpasses that of other Taoist Sects. Even if the opponent is a Cultivator Above the Clouds, they would find it hard to outpace you, as long as their level isn't too high. That's the good thing about us Traveling Cultivators. Unless we're caught in a sneak attack, if we want to make an escape, we can always find an opportunity..."
"What's there to brag about running away!" The Phonograph swung her panel and struck Hong Ying a few times.
Hong Ying slowly massaged her buttocks, took a deep hiss, then rapidly exhaled, feeling refreshed and clear.
After savoring the sensation several times, Hong Ying returned to the mirror and continued with her makeup.
