C1773 Mustard Space

Gu Xuan floated in mid air and looked down at Saint Qiongpa.

He had a deep suspicion of the Saint Qiongpa's intelligence.

Li Xieyun frowned.

"Master, how about … I carry it?"

Black lines gushed out of Gu Xuan's forehead.

Her own Disciple was actually on the same level as his own, causing him to feel deep worry and anger