Mu Yan murmured to herself, "I'm so good at this. I'm a Supreme Level medicine refiner. That Feng Wu isn't my match!"
Feng Wu shook her head.
Mu Yan then sighed. "If Night Owl uses this fruit, what about Crown Prince Jun? I feel sorry for him. Do I like him more than Night Owl?"
Feng Wu listened in amazement.
She didn't know what to say!
The woman should be concentrating on her work!
She was so distracted that her refinement could fail at any moment!
She was working on the Immortal Spiritual Fruit!
However —
It seemed her worst fear was about to come true.
Something suddenly happened.
Mu Yan paled because she had made a mistake.
Flames rose out of the cauldron, almost burning her face.
Feng Wu wanted to slap this woman.
What was she thinking? She would never succeed!
Feng Wu hit the woman on the back of her neck.
