Watching Qiao Jiaxi, aglow with golden light and able to hover in flight, Wang Ping'an, who was refining pills by the cliff's edge, immediately widened his eyes in astonishment.
"Wow, Senior Brother Qiao, you can actually fly!"
Wang Ping'an took a deep breath, ready to offer his praise.
Whoosh!
Ye Feng instantly appeared beside Wang Ping'an, covering his mouth with his hand, "Alright, Ping An, no more talking."
Wang Ping'an blinked, realizing that he nearly couldn't help but start complimenting and was thankful that Sect Master Uncle reacted swiftly to cover his mouth.
The next moment, Ye Feng pulled out a face mask.
"Here, put this on."
Ye Feng personally fitted the mask onto Wang Ping'an.
This wasn't an ordinary mask but one that he obtained from making a small wish every day. It had many functions. For instance, once on, it prevented speaking, and one must remove it to talk.
"Mmmph!"
