Thump!!!
The desk trembled at the force of Magong Tong's bow, visibly demonstrating the strength she put into it.
It hurt.
With tears welling up, Magong Tong clutched her reddened forehead, her mouth twitching uncontrollably.
"..." Beichuan Si.
Magong Tong really hadn't changed much since before.
"It's alright, I've also visited Yutian Temple once, and Magong doesn't need to apologize," said Beichuan Si, pulling a pack of wet wipes from his pocket. "Try a cold compress. I must be going now."
"Okay, thank you, Beichuan," replied Magong Tong, gently rubbing her little head and expressing her gratitude.
Beichuan Si waved his hand, indicating it was nothing to worry about, and then stood up and left.
Once the other party had gone, Magong Tong placed the wet wipe on her forehead and murmured to herself, not understanding:
"I practiced so many times, why am I still so nervous?... Ouch!"
Magong Tong stuck out her tongue in pain.
Meanwhile.
