"Sect Leader, do you really understand medicinal meals?"
"I don't."
"Then why did you sound so convincing earlier?"
"I made it up, anyway, they don't understand either. Besides Huaikong, everyone else can only write the words 'medicinal meal'."
After speaking, Ping Jian strolled along the forest path towards the dormitory area, humming a tune as he walked, accompanied by the birds serenading him. His steps were indeed cheerful.
Yun Liao stayed in place, then snapped his fingers.
No way!
Ping Jian definitely wasn't making it up.
Ping Jian took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back and asked, "By the way, Elder Yun, how is the effectiveness in the Battle Realm?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Liao instinctively placed his right hand on his left arm and rubbed it unconsciously.
Ping Jian glanced over, revealing a meaningful smile.
It's like when you have a mosquito bite, and someone mentions the word 'itch', you reflexively scratch it twice.
