At that moment, Martial Uncle Hong Ling and Zhang Xuemo were sprawled lazily on the Jade Couch inside the Cave Mansion.
She held a blue-and-white porcelain teacup in her hands, leisurely savoring the refreshing Spirit Tea. Its fragrance slowly spread through the tranquil Cave Mansion.
Martial Uncle Hong Ling casually glanced at the Communication Formation Disk beside her. Her relaxed brows drew together slightly, and an unmistakable trace of disappointment quietly flashed through her eyes.
Come whenever you want and leave whenever you want. Do you really take me for some servant who comes when summoned and leaves when dismissed?
She gritted her teeth inwardly as anger began to kindle in her heart.
I'm a cultivator who broke through to the Integration Stage, at least. How did I end up looking like an on-call maid whenever I'm in front of you?
The more Martial Uncle Hong Ling thought about it, the angrier she became. She simply snatched up the Communication Formation Disk and stuffed it heavily into her Storage Ring, her fingertips paling from the force.
Su Fan had always been like this. He had never cared about her feelings. Even when she sent him eight or ten messages, he had never once properly looked at them.
Seeing Martial Uncle Hong Ling's aggrieved frown and sighing appearance, Zhang Xuemo quietly curled her lips into a faint smile.
As an onlooker, she saw everything clearly. Her best friend had probably fallen for Su Fan for real, but was merely refusing to admit it with her stubborn mouth.
Yet it had not been long before Martial Uncle Hong Ling hurriedly took the Communication Formation Disk back out of her Storage Ring.
Her fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the disk, her gaze locked tightly upon it. Even her breathing unconsciously grew lighter