Sima Hui Niang smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it will be a good thing."
Seeing that Qu Hancheng was still puzzled, she shook her head and laughed, "With Ling Jun's talent for pill refinement, who would dare to punish such a promising seedling?"
Ling Jun's talent for pill refinement.
Is it high?
Others may not know, but at least in Luo Chen's view, it is undoubtedly!
Looking at the teenager kneeling below, Luo Chen felt a moment of trance.
The young child who had been held aloft by Tang Quan and flown around, screaming and crying in fear.
The little boy who turned red with anxiety under his own examination.
Now, in the blink of an eye, he has become a striking and exceptional youth.
The shape of his eyebrows and nose is so much like Qu Hancheng.
But the curiosity about anything revealed in his eyes, coupled with the persistence in his tightened lips, reminds him of the past himself.
Such a young man is indeed quite similar to himself.
