"With that in mind, coupled with your special ability, Master, the prospect of perfecting the combination technique with Crimson has risen to over ninety percent."
Jayee's illusory fairy wings fluttered slightly, just as she was about to speak again.
But the next moment, her words abruptly ceased.
At the same time, Shiayar also perceived a faint fragrance diffusing behind him.
"I have finally waited for the day of your awakening... little Jayee."
Su Lun's voice rippled by Shiayar's ear.
The sound of the workshop door closing came from behind, and the Dawn Saintess also removed her low-brimmed cap and mask.
She stood playfully behind Shiayar, with a few strands of her jet-black hair falling on Shiayar's neck, bringing a tickling sensation.
Su Lun looked at Jayee on Shiayar's shoulder and smiled sweetly, "Little Jayee, do you remember who I am?"
