As Ming Yun left, Luo Qianqian furrowed her brow slightly.

His current attire was obviously quite luxurious, and his every move showed a blatant love for money.

The scent of perfume and the gleam in his eyes made her feel somewhat displeased.

Why did he come to her dressed like this? Was he showing off? The thumb jade ring on his finger seemed to be top-grade. He looked twenty-one or twenty-two, yet dressed himself up like a successful person in their thirties, one who had suddenly come into a great deal of wealth, eager to show off all their riches.

Luo Qianqian showed signs of impatience between her brows and turned to the person beside her: "You’ve never seen this person before, but I feel he’s not like the person I know; though I’ve seen those eyes before."

He Wenyu clutched Luo Qianqian’s arm nervously: "Don’t be blind to it, you’re still young, don’t get involved with people like that... Who here isn’t a hundred times better than him?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Qianqian turned to the other people, including An Hao, to see them all adjusting their clothing.

Luo Qianqian burst into laughter.

The people around her were all excellent, and as the saying goes, you are who you associate with, so she was excellent too.

She laughed and said, "Okay, he was just kindly reminding us, no need to look at people with tinted glasses."

Did she lack money? Even if she did run out, she still had Luo Xinyue back home as a backup. At worst, they had treasures too, so they wouldn’t starve.

The clothes they wore were just ordinary ones bought from the mall, and together, their clothes weren’t as expensive as the jewelry they wore.

Although the most conspicuous thing on Luo Qianqian was her shiny silver bracelets and anklets, she was used to it and didn’t mind others looking.

After all, they’ve been with her for a long time and are beneficial to her cultivation, so why wouldn’t she get used to it? The benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

As for others’ opinions, they were never something Luo Qianqian considered.

With a slight smile, Luo Qianqian led the others away without any delays.

They went to the station, got on a vehicle, and left without any intention of greeting anyone.

"By the way, what is the Ninja Killer Organization? Endure not to kill?" Yann Yao asked in confusion, an inexplicable smile on his lips, bewildering others.

Luo Qianqian’s lip twitched; Yann Yao had somehow started to lean towards becoming an adolescent boy since arriving in this world.

How does the saying go?

Crazy people have broad minds, and mentally challenged children have more fun.

This describes Yann Yao completely; he can be self-entertaining?

While others were in their own thoughts, he peacefully chose to indulge in his wild imagination, entertaining himself, with no clue what he was thinking, but his mouth broke into a wide smile.

He didn’t notice that Huangfu Yihui had distanced himself from him, afraid that this "mentally challenged" issue would be contagious, and really, walking beside him, it’s so embarrassing...

"Ninja Killer Organization." Luo Qianqian explains calmly as she understands: "A ninja is the one who only exposed his eyes earlier."

"Breath Concealment Pill?" Yan and Mo spoke in unison, leaving Luo Qianqian a bit puzzled.

"That person yesterday had the scent of the Breath Concealment Pill, which is commonly used by assassins for stealth, making it easier to hide." Yan stated calmly.

Luo Qianqian’s lip twitched; it seemed even stealth wouldn’t help? Your noses are like those of a dog, detecting even that?

Sensing Luo Qianqian’s thoughts, Mo rarely explained: "Yan and I are often in contact with these things, so naturally we’re different from you. However, their Breath Concealment Pill is not only low-grade but also external use, otherwise, the smell wouldn’t be so strong."

Of course, it’s different, you have dog noses, we have human noses.

Luo Qianqian blinked and nodded calmly, but then noticed Yan and Mo’s ears turning red, which surprised her a bit.

Feeling the heat in his ears, Mo frowned slightly, looking at Luo Qianqian: "Did you curse us in your mind?"

Yan also turned his head, his ears visibly flushed.

"No, no..." At Mo’s words, Luo Qianqian chuckled awkwardly, looking apologetically at Yan.

She merely made a remark in her heart, who knew that could be detected?

Mo’s face had successfully turned as dark as ink...

Yan had suffered from being innocently implicated, but seeing Luo Qianqian’s guilty eyes, he maintained a good mood and didn’t dwell on it.

Coming here, they always saw Luo Qianqian acting with exuberance, excitement, calmness, and poise. It was rare to see her embarrassed, and He Wenyu couldn’t help but take a few curious glances, full of amazement.

In all the years He Wenyu had known Luo Qianqian, it was exceedingly rare to see her like this; she was always the epitome of an "ideal child." That’s why he took delight in appreciating her expression.

Wasn’t it as rare for anyone present to witness Luo Qianqian being caught in the act? Being busted for cursing someone in her head, how unlucky is that?

Now having seen this rare sight of Luo Qianqian, they wouldn’t want to miss the chance to enjoy the spectacle.

An Hao was astonished: "Sister, did you really curse someone in your mind?"

Being asked so bluntly by An Hao, Luo Qianqian’s face immediately turned red, the answer was already obvious.

He Wenyu laughed uncontrollably on the side; if not for the fear of angering Luo Qianqian, she’d really want to capture this and print it out to display all over the Nine Heavens Pavilion.

"An Hao, sit tight now." Luo Qianqian said angrily, scooping up An Hao and giving him a firm pat on his bottom before seating herself, completely unconcerned about how others sat.

Honestly, it didn’t matter how they sat, as long as she didn’t have to sit with Mo, the big devil.

To her surprise, they didn’t sit together, but Yan and Mo sat across from them...

Luo Qianqian took a deep breath, glaring at Mo opposite her, with a blatant threat in her eyes, ready to abandon him if he dared to speak again.

Yan, however, remained calm, casually picking up a book to read.

Unfazed by the earlier incident, he treated it as a joke, smiling as it passed.

Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but internally marvel, this was the Prime Minister’s tolerance, whereas Mo had the mind of an adolescent, carrying only youth and dreams!

The train quietly moved along the tracks, and by now, the curiosity among the five had mostly dissipated. After all, they had flown on planes without flying chickens; what was so strange about a vehicle without a Spiritual Beast pulling it?

No matter how impressive, this vehicle wasn’t flying.