Thinking about Lin Mei's age, and remembering his own reaction just now, Ning Fan was both angry and annoyed.
Ma Fei'er asked suggestively, "Are you alright?"
Ning Fan shamelessly boasted, "How could anything be wrong? Such a minor Charm Technique is nothing to worry about."
"No wonder he's so young yet has such high cultivation; his concentration and state of mind are unparalleled by most."
Ma Fei'er nodded in admiration.
Over the years, she's met many young, talented prodigies.
But they were either arrogant and rude, or frivolous and inappropriate.
With their gifted cultivation, they proudly assumed that all women should swoon over them and throw themselves into their arms.
Some even became obsessed with lust, squandering their youth and divine talents for women.
Ma Fei'er secretly detested such people.
Among those Ma Fei'er encountered, Ning Fan was undoubtedly the refreshing exception to the usual mediocrity.
