Throughout the journey, Jin Qiaoqiao ceaselessly chatted with Xiao Ye like a sparrow's incessant chirps, giving him quite a headache.
It should be known that even travelling with a Flying King Device, reaching the Bitter Cold Domain would take some time, and he naturally couldn't afford to waste any; he must cultivate, as his current mission was of great significance.
"Miss Jin, I still need to cultivate. Let's talk another day," Xiao Ye politely made an excuse for parting.
"Ah..."
Jin Qiaoqiao's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and she pouted with a touch of grievance: "Oh."
Her sect, Qing Mountain Sect, not only lacked precious cultivation resources, but even the number of disciples was sparse. Jin Qiaoqiao had always been within her sect, meeting only fellow sect brothers, so it was rare and easy for her to feel a fondness upon encountering Xiao Ye who was about her age.
Unfortunately, it seemed now that Xiao Ye was not very interested in her.
