"How did I perform?"
Xu Yuebing walked down from the arena, her chin slightly raised, revealing her snowy white neck. Her eyes were smiling as she stood in front of Ye Qingzhou, her eyelashes gently trembling, seemingly awaiting his praise.
"Not bad."
Ye Qingzhou nodded and praised her, "You've made only three mistakes, which is indeed rare."
The moment he spoke, Xu Yuebing became unhappy, her face stiff, her teeth clenched: "I wanted you to praise me, not criticize me."
"I was praising you!"
"Hmph!"
Xu Yuebing gritted her teeth in anger and decided not to pay attention to this blockhead for half an hour.
But within less than ten minutes, she graciously chose to forgive and returned to Ye Qingzhou's side to chat about martial arts cultivation details.
She had recently progressed with divine speed, but compared to Ye Qingzhou, there was still a huge gap, so she often sought his advice.
