Feng Qin hadn't had candy in many years; she didn't expect that eating it again would bring back the taste of childhood.
Feng Qin sat at one end of the wine jug, holding half a cup of wine, staring at the carefree woman opposite her.
This woman was special; she always made people hate her to the point of grinding their teeth, wishing to kick her to death but still didn't mind talking to her, as long as it wasn't about money.
After thinking for a while, Feng Qin said, "Your disciple is outstanding. If you're not going to teach him, let him join the Heavenly Sword Sect early to avoid wasting that talent."
"Who says I'm not teaching him?"
Ling Xiaoyue immediately sat up with an interested expression: "From your tone, has he done something abhorrent while I was away?"
Feng Qin couldn't help but want to roll her eyes at her. Fang Zhou was such a good kid; if Feng Qin had the qualifications and strength, she would have wanted to take him as a disciple herself.
