"I'm not keeping it all to myself. There really was no other way."
Yan Qing was somewhat helpless. "There's no way to fight for the right to participate. If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. I can't explain much more than that."
Murong Hui pursed her lips, lowered her head, and traced circles with her toe. Then she suddenly sighed. "I'm starting to hate Lu Fang a little. It would've been nice if he hadn't come."
"Why?"
"If he hadn't brought us the news, we could've happily sung and explored the Land of Gathering Demons together. Even if you reached Foundation Establishment after we left, I wouldn't have been jealous... Well, maybe I still would've been a little jealous, but only a tiny bit." Murong Hui said gloomily, "Now that I know everything, even though I believe you, it's still a Foundation Establishment Pill. I really, really want one too, so of course I feel a little disappointed. If you notice my disappointment, you'll think I'm a terrible person and won't be able to keep treating me as your highly respected Sister Hui."
"What should we do? No one did anything wrong, but it feels like a rift is about to appear between us!"
Seeing Murong Hui like this, Yan Qing's lips curled up slightly. He reached out and vigorously rubbed Murong Hui's cheeks. Murong Hui glared at him angrily. "What, are you trying to provoke my anger?"
"No. I just think you're cute like this." Yan Qing smiled. "And you don't need to worry. I've never thought of you as highly respected. In my heart, you've always been a foul-tempered Little Vixen!"
"Drop dead!" Murong Hui slapped his hand away and put her hands on her hips. "But you're right. I really am cute! Come on,