Raindrops sliding off palm leaves, falling into the water tank below, make a ‘ding’ sound, as if bidding farewell to the owner of this place.,As I stepped outside, I saw several people standing at a distance, their expressions varied.,Although there weren't many girls who practiced cultivation, they lived in this Lower City and naturally knew that these young men were the best among the Xuan Guang cultivators. It wouldn't be surprising if a few of them reached the Qi Refining stage, or even higher realms like the Purple Mansion stage. Naturally, they served them with all their might.。