"Let's talk the next time you come," Wen Ping replied with a smile.
"Alright!"
Huan Shan nodded and turned to leave the mountain.
After Huan Shan left, Wen Ping turned around to glance at Qin Shan, but after a brief look, his gaze ultimately landed on Miao Yin, observing her still following behind Qin Shan like a servant.
Her servant posture was such that even speaking loudly seemed like overstepping.
Wen Ping coldly said, "Miao Yin, how did you reach the Body Refining Twelfth Layer?"
"Huh?"
Miao Yin didn't understand what Wen Ping meant by his question.
Wen Ping continued, "You've been part of the Immortal Sect for three or four hours now, haven't you thought about cultivation?"
"With the elder here, how could I..."
