"I never would have thought you'd be that kind of palace master, I misjudged you."
In her private room, Lu Bei complained beside the window, clutching his collar as he spoke.
Just a moment ago, he had narrowly avoided defeat, giving Yan Xiaoshuang a taste of victory.
The failed man sat with his face against the wall, his expression cold and somewhat embarrassed.
Continuing to read, Han Miaojun occasionally raised an eyebrow in mockery: "What an object of desire you are...Throughout the many years we've known each other, I had no idea that Fuyao Palace had such Divine Ability."
Yan Xiaoshuang, failing to draw blood, was both angry and annoyed. After being mocked multiple times, she shifted the conversation coldly: "Master Lu, when are you returning to Wu Zhou?"
"What, you can't wait for me to leave? "
"Fuyao Palace is a tranquil place, you shouldn't linger for long, on the contrary, Reluctant Phoenix Palace would be a better place for you."
