C607 When the Road Runs into a Kind Brow I will Leave in a Hurry!

Han Ling'er's eyes were filled with adoration as she floated in the air and felt the howling wind.

"Mr Ye, when can I fly with the wind?"

Ye Fann shrugged. "How would I know? I'm not a Xuan Cultivator!"

"Huh?"

Han Ling'er's pretty face instantly turned bitter. "Then can you teach me the Qing Gong?"

She had cultivated since childhood, and it had been nearly thirty years since then