"Brother Tsing Yi, don't you recognize me?"

Ning Qi smiled and poured him a cup of tea.

Luo Qingyi actually felt flattered. Seeing that Ning Qi's smile was the same as before, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Ning, you are now a late-stage cultivator in the Dou Dan realm, and there is a mysterious master here. Backing up, I see you are more nervous than seeing my ancestors."