Upon hearing Long Tianmo's words, Ye Tianling stumbled, the muscles in his face twitching involuntarily.
"Hee hee, what's wrong? Don't be so surprised. When you're with me, you'll be surprised every day until it becomes a habit."
Long Tianmo giggled, walked over, and swung her palm right at Ye Tianling's face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Ye Tianling's eyes flashed. He unleashed his Kunpeng Carefree Travel body technique and dodged her "attack."
"Why are you dodging? It's not like I'm going to eat you. I just wanted to see if your face was real—hmm, you really do look a lot like Father-Emperor did back in the day."
Long Tianmo pouted and muttered in dissatisfaction.
"You call that 'seeing'? Looked more like you were trying to slap me."
Ye Tianling fought the urge to roll his eyes. Between his Soul Talent and this brief encounter, he'd already figured it out: Long Tianmo was, without a doubt, a peerless Little Witch.
