Jin Xinyue felt like she was trapped in her master's mind with no way of escape.
"However," Li Yao said, "although I couldn't read anything from your father's face, it doesn't mean that I could not read his mind!"
Jin Xinyue found it hard to believe. "Read the mind of a demon emperor who was dozens of kilometers away and on the other side of a light beam?"
For a moment, Jin Xinyue was of a mind to lunge forward and cling to her master's thigh, exclaiming and begging him to teach her such an incredible technique.
Li Yao grinned. "Do you still remember the beginning of our conversation?
"I said that I knew my advantages very clearly. What I've always been best at are simply fighting and refining. In the field of persuasion, your father would be hanging me up and whipping me mercilessly.
"On the other hand, in terms of the arts of refining and magical equipment, it would be your father who is hanged up and whipped, right?
