Feng Buhui emerged from the alchemy room, feeling light as a feather, the joy of acquiring the Zhuge Crossbow still settling in his heart.
As he approached his cabin, the faint fragrance of a woman wafted towards him; Lihua Xue was waiting outside his room, "Buhui, that ugly woman has shut herself away these past few days, being all secretive. What is she up to?"
"Miss Hua Xue, please show some respect for Master Yue," Feng Buhui had only ever thought of Lihua Xue as beautiful and charming, never imagining that such grating words could come from her lips. After obtaining that draft, Yue Jinghua, in his eyes, had become comparable to the renowned masters of the Eastern Continent, and even if Ni Huo, the leader himself, were to come in person, he couldn't afford to insult a master who has made significant contributions to the art of crafting.
