Don't be fooled by her constant smiles, always addressing her junior brother this way and that, exuding warmth and friendliness, but never doing any actual work.
She found countless ways to trap him, Yuezheng Yan, taking the hardships he endured in his studies with the intention of applying them in the Magic Realm later on.
Being the Demon Lord, even he had to learn, and no one could escape from it.
After bottling the last batch of pills, Lu Xingyan happily packed away the pill furnace.
Meanwhile, Yuezheng Yan finished answering the last question and put down his brush.
His eyes were lifeless, his wrists and fingers aching.
In three days, he'd written more than during the busiest three months when he was the Demon Lord.
He was so fed up he could abandon swordsmanship for calligraphy and become a Talisman Practitioner instead.
Thinking this, Yuezheng Yan turned to look at Lu Xingyan, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
