Duan Feihan placed his hand under his lips and lightly coughed, appearing to browse the book casually, but his lips curved into a thicker smile as he saw the tiny characters annotated in cinnabar ink.
Duan Feihan said, "It's obvious, you really can't wait."
Bai Chuwei: "..."
Bai Chuwei suddenly felt as if her image was collapsing—her image of over five thousand four hundred years of being pure and desireless...
Bai Chuwei brushed back her hair and coughed before saying, "You can ask me if you don't understand."
Duan Feihan glanced at her sideways, his tone nonchalant, "No need, it's not difficult."
Bai Chuwei snorted. Not difficult, huh? Sometimes this villainous boss could put on airs even better than she could.
In the Cultivation World, countless people wanted to become her disciples, yet the old ancestor wouldn't give them a second glance.
This piece of Tang Seng meat was the delicacy everyone in the current age had their eyes on, with everyone wanting to take a bite.
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