Xu Linyun’s last words had come from a certain spell that she performed so that only Fang Xing could hear them. For the rest of the onlookers, no one knew exactly what had happened aside from the fact that Xu Linyun had actually gone and made an entire furnace of pellets for him. All of their faces were filled with astonishment and disbelief. ‘Xu Linyun really crafted pellets for this little bastard? Has she gone mad? If she hasn’t, then I must have!’
When Fang Xing caught the white vase, he also looked somewhat surprised. "I think I’m starting to really like you, Shijie Linyun. It’s hard to tell, but not only are you so beautiful, you’re also a man— woman of her word!" he praised, taking back his usual smirks and snickers for once.
All of the disciples looked as though they had just been punched when they heard this. Was this really how a person normally praised someone? "Starting to really like you"? Was his admiration really of any importance to Shijie Linyun?
