After Wang Xiaoqiang painted on Ye Junqing's body, he lay down and snored into sleep. When Ye Junqing woke up, she found a big face drawn on her chest and abdomen, and feeling extremely embarrassed, she hurriedly jumped down to wash it off.
After taking a bath, she found that Wang Xiaoqiang had woken up and gave him a fierce glare, to which Wang Xiaoqiang responded with a mischievous laugh.
"Hey? The academy competition is in just over a month; do you want to participate?" Ye Junqing approached and asked.
"What are the benefits of participating in the competition?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.
"There aren't really any benefits to participating," Ye Junqing said, "but if you manage to make it into the top ten, you'll receive the baptism of Old Master's Power of the Sacred Dao, and by then, your 'Power of Dao' could increase several times over."
"Uh," Wang Xiaoqiang, thinking of the power of Dao's might, decisively said, "Then I'll participate and strive to get into the top ten."
