"Isn't this really simple?"
As the words fell, everyone present remained silent and rooted to the spot in stunned silence.
The three of them watched wide-eyed as Su Junxin effortlessly held the fireball that even Zhang Zi'ang himself couldn't control, with a look that seemed to suggest that it was only natural, each with different expressions on their faces.
Yun Yao: Somewhat surprised but quickly recovers, giving Zhang Zi'ang a dismissive glance.
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Qin You: My wife is indeed my wife, so impressive.
"Yun Yao, can you extinguish it?" Su Junxin tossed the fireball in her hand like a basketball a few times, and then turned to look at Yun Yao.
Zhang Zi'ang's heart leaped at her actions. He touched the hole left in the hem of his clothes and quietly backed away.
Only to receive another dismissive look from Yun Yao.
