It shone on Lin Aoxue's lightly blushing face.
It was as if countless pink bubbles were rising between them.
"Let's get down to business."
After a good while, Zhang Yi finally put down his cup, his tone turning serious.
Hearing his words, she was reluctant to let the mood pass; it felt as if something had been lost.
But Lin Aoxue knew how to prioritize and quickly sat up straight.
Her gaze turned serious as she looked at him.
"I've read your progress report."
Zhang Yi got straight to the point.
"The strength of an Eighth Transformation Demigod Middle Stage, a Divine Realm of over 40,000 square kilometers, plus three Heroic Clans and..."
"These results are already better than I imagined!"
Hearing Zhang Yi's praise,
Lin Aoxue pursed her lips, not saying a word, but her heart felt sweet.
"However."
Zhang Yi's tone suddenly shifted.
