If it weren't for the fact that he was afraid of Lan Xinyu beating him up, Zhang Yuhong would have played the zither and sang a song already. Instead, he had to continue to be mentally handicapped.
"I didn't expect you to have done so many things," said Duan Feiyu to Ling Chuxi in surprise as they sat in the carriage. When he was at Golden Pill Sect, all his attention had been on Duan Xiaomo. He had never heard anyone talk about these things. In fact, he was also impressed.
He was also a proud person, but he was not blindly arrogant. For someone to be in Ling Chuxi's position, these things would have probably been done by a man. Even if he could do it, it would be impossible for him to do it at Ling Chuxi's age.
"I was just lucky," said Ling Chuxi calmly with a faint smile.
"Lucky, heh. You..." Duan Feiyu also smiled slightly. He knew that using 'luck' as an excuse was Ling Chuxi's way of being humble. Without extraordinary strength and intelligence, how could she have done this?
