When Zhao Jiuge landed, he was terrified by Bai Qingqing’s roar. Zhao Jiuge had no way of dealing with this beautiful and alluring woman.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qingqing landed beside Zhao Jiuge, her face filled with anger. “One does not fear a god-like opponent, but one should fear a pig-like teammate. I asked if you needed to recover your spirit force, but you said no. Yet we haven’t even left the sect and you already can’t keep up. We haven’t even faced Han Songcheng yet.” When Bai Qingqing spoke, she deliberately emphasized the word “unable.”

Zhao Jiuge knew that he was in the wrong and embarrassingly smiled. “How about you go first and wait for me outside the sect? I’ll recover a bit of spirit force and then follow.”

Originally, the two of them intended to blade soar until they ran out of spirit force, then they would stop to recover. However, now they hadn’t even left the sect and Zhao Jiuge had already run out of spirit force—how could Bai Qingqing not be angry? She ignored him and sat down with her eyes closed.

Zhao Jiuge didn’t talk, he just quickly recovered his...