Mu Ruyue took a deep breath, flicked her fingertip, and a burst of flames fell to the bottom of the Phoenix Tripod. With a whoosh, the flames suddenly blazed up...
Little White, with his chin propped in his hands, blinked and watched Mu Ruyue, his large eyes brimming with laughter...
While Mu Ruyue was secluded in refining elixirs, an unprecedented calm prevailed within the Academy. Everyone thought that Wu Yi would make a move, but instead, he did nothing.
It was as quiet as the calm before a storm...
"Chou Yu, what do you think Wu Yi is up to?" Shen Ran arched his eyebrows and turned to look at the elder beside him. "Given that old man's personality of bearing a grudge, how could he possibly keep quiet? Yet, he hasn't made a single move. Strange, very strange!"
"Hehe," Chou Yu stroked his snow-white beard and chuckled softly, "Perhaps he is brewing some kind of sinister plot. Shen Ran, logically speaking, Qi Rong should have returned by now..."
