He Qing sat quietly in her seat, absentmindedly picking at her phone with a look of utter boredom.
But secretly, a stream of Spiritual Power that no one could see or touch had already been silently circling the carriage, quietly hovering above the heads of the remaining five people.
Looking at their phones displaying the exact same page, she quickly knew that the leader, the one with the most toned and slim figure among the five, was that little old man with a face full of vicissitudes.
Calling him a little old man was only because he had a mix of black and white beard. The beard wasn't very long, but it aged him noticeably, adding to the deep furrows on his face, truly giving him the appearance of an elderly man.
Soon, all five of their phones flashed at once.
He Qing concentrated and sensed that in their group chat, the one nicknamed Laoqi had just sent a picture.
