"Did you buy this for me? It's just a few pastries. It's not like anyone can't afford it."
However, she contradicted herself by picking up a piece and putting it in her mouth. The pastry melted in her mouth, sweet and delightful, just like her mood.
Fang Milu carefully wrapped up the remaining pastries, muttering, "They're quite sweet."
The next morning, Tu Longjian paced back and forth in the courtyard, pondering which peak he should worship.
The top three have the right to choose their teachers in reverse order.
She hesitated, unsure whether to go to the main peak with Long Aotian or find a peak that suited her.
She chose to follow Gan Xiuming in all the unimportant matters before, but choosing her master was related to her future cultivation in this world.
If she makes the wrong choice and her secret is discovered, she no longer has the strength to contend with those powerful beings.
Therefore, one should prioritize one's own cultivation career.
Just then, Tu Longjian's ears twitched slightly.
She seemed to hear subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Looking up, she saw a girl squatting on the wall, blinking innocently at her.
The girl stretched out her body, landed nimbly, and in the blink of an eye, she left several afterimages as she leaped to her side.
"Such speed!" Tu Longjian became somewhat wary and tensed up, adopting a defensive stance.
The quirky girl smiled and said:
"Junior Sister, don't be nervous. I am Yan Hongran, the chief disciple of Yanfeng."
Tu Longjian bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior Sister Yan."
"You're quite perceptive," Yan Hongran said meaningfully.
Tu Longjian concealed a hint of anger at having his boundaries violated, and smiled as he said:
"I thought it was just a kitten running around on someone else's wall. I never expected it to be Senior Sister Yan."
Yan Hongran felt a little guilty for the first time after being rebuffed.
"Ahem, so you'll think of Senior Sister as a little kitten?"
"What brings you here, Senior Sister Yan?"
Tu Longjian stopped talking nonsense. This Senior Sister Yan was quite shameless. She wanted to see what she was up to while squatting on the wall. Was she spying on her?
Choose me, Flame Peak!
"We are weapon refiners, and weapon refiners are extremely prestigious on the continent."
"Moreover, our peak is full of handsome men and beautiful women, so whatever type you like, we have it all."
"We also have big muscles, let me show you..."
As Yan Hongran spoke, she rolled up her sleeves to show Tu Longjian the muscles in her small arms and legs.
Tu Longjian looked at Yan Hongran's petite figure in surprise. She wondered how much muscle could be in those small arms and legs. Was he some kind of Barbie Kong?
Just then, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
A loud, booming voice rang out, the force so great it sounded like banging on a door.
"Is Chunxiang here? This is Yan Leran."
Tu Longjian was refusing to let his first disciple, who was bare-armed, undress for him to admire his abs. Upon hearing this, he felt as if he had been rescued and hurriedly went to open the door.
"Chunxiang, I'm here to congratulate you on getting first place. And I've also passed the outer disciple selection!"
Yan Leran grinned like a silly husky, carrying bags of gifts in her hands.
She was the robust cultivator who had previously boasted about teaching Tu Longjian and later argued with Fang Hui.
Tu Longjian quickly welcomed her in and helped her to sit down, but found her eyes were glazed over, and the thing in her hand was smashed to the ground with a thud.
Yan Leran stammered, "Yan... Yan Hongran!"
Her eyesight isn't very good, so she didn't notice Yan Hongran when the freshman rankings were announced. She only recognized him now that they were up close.
Yan Hongran, Yan Leran.
A flash of inspiration struck Tu Long, and he gradually understood.
Yan Hongran straightened his sleeves and asked curiously, "Who are you?"
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