Looking at Ji Ziling's embarrassed retreat, Ye Feng burst into laughter.
"This girl, serves you right!"
"Is the Sect Leader's face something you can just pinch as you please?"
"But seriously, Ziling has such good skin, what does she use to maintain it? Or is it that once you cultivate, skin quality naturally becomes this good?"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, lost in thought.
The Scripture Pavilion.
Ji Ziling's face was so red it reached her neck, and her heartbeat quickened. Sitting in her seat, she was restless for a long time.
After a while.
She lowered her head and looked at the ancient text that Ye Feng had given her.
The title, "The Potential of Roots Manuscript," caught Ji Ziling's curiosity as it came into view.
"What kind of cultivation technique is this?"
Ji Ziling hurriedly flipped the title page open.
"Hiss!"
Ji Ziling gasped sharply, stood up, and stared wide-eyed at the text on the title page.
This technique could stimulate the potential of one's root bones!
