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"Sir, your divine skills are almost on par with ours, you may just address me as your equal... I am Gong Lan'er."
After Fairy Yunxi finished playing her piece, her hands rested atop the qin strings.
This ancient guqin had nine strings, its body a dark red with a charred tail, imprinted with several unusual floral patterns.
And Fairy Yunxi's hands were as white as jade, painted with pink nail polish, each inch perfectly proportioned, seemingly possessing a certain allure.
"I dare not..."
Fang Xi shook his head.
In the Cultivation World, the mighty are respected. The address of 'Sir' was not something anyone could lightly carry.
Fang Xi always valued tangible benefits over empty fame, so he felt the need to decline.
"Please don't refuse... Shui Lingxin has recounted everything to me. If it weren't for your protection, she might not have survived..."
