Spirit Potency Art

Ling Yun was too lazy to argue with Miao Xiaomiao. He gave her a small smile and shrugged it off. He then walked towards the villa with Bai Xianer in his arms.

"Hmph! Casanova! Will it kill you not to brag?" Miao Xiaomiao uttered audibly.

"Hehe, I'm not bragging, you will know…" Ling Yun replied without turning back.

Ling Yun wasn't in a hurry. Miao Xiaomiao would need at least another year if she wanted to break through to the Xiantian Realm. Ling Yun would be at the mid-stage of Qi Cultivation then. It would still be in time.

Miao Xiaomiao stomped her foot angrily, glaring at Ling Yun as he entered the villa. She tried to resume her practice but found that she could no longer concentrate.

Ling Yun headed to the second floor. He listened attentively as he passed by Xue Meining's room and was satisfied that she was breathing deeply. She was fast asleep. He smiled and returned to his bedroom.