Arriving In Nanjiang

December 20th.

MCMAU Martial Arts Society downstairs.

Students who were ready to depart gathered one after another.

Qin Fengqing was heaving his newly exchanged changdao, looking slightly downcast. These days, things were not looking up for him. This made Qin Fengqing felt like he had suffered the heaviest blow of his life. 

When he saw Fang Ping, Qin Fengqing also looked somewhat dispirited. This was not Fang Ping.

He ignored Fang Ping. Fang Ping walked over to him instead, patting him on the shoulder and grinned. "Brother Qin, are you okay? Still mad about yesterday?"

Qin Fengqing had sensed great malice!

"No, why would I? It ought to be that way. It's only 1000 credits—that's nothing!"

Qin Fengqing replied swiftly. 'Now that you've turned into a saint, if I hold any grudge, won't I become a vile character for real now?'