Noticing the fluctuations in the Golden Winged Little Peng King's aura, Ye Fan could not help but reveal a strange expression. As though he had discovered something, he quietly transmitted his voice, "What's going on?"
"This fairy... why does she seem a little slow-witted?"
"Not just seem," Su Haoming said calmly. "This girl really is not too bright."
Yun Ye sighed. "After all, she was raised by the Immortal Race. We can't set our expectations too high."
He Jingfeng said with a smile, "She may be socially anxious, but at least her cultivation is high enough. As long as she doesn't open her mouth and expose herself, she can still pass for an expert!"
Seeing that the three of them found this completely unsurprising, Ye Fan's mouth twitched. He became even more curious about those Immortal Race members he had never met.
At the same time, taking advantage of his rising cultivation and the slight loosening of the restraint, the Golden Winged Little Peng King actually broke free from the rosy clouds for a moment. His face flushed red as he glared furiously at the woman in white.
"Senior is an ancient mighty expert with world-shaking cultivation. Don't you think attacking me lowers your status?"
The woman in white gave him an indifferent glance. On the surface, she seemed too disdainful to speak, but inwardly, she was panicking. She hurriedly transmitted her voice to Ji Ziyue beside her.
"Little Moon, he spoke to me. How should I answer him?"
Did she need to be taught even this?
Ji Ziyue was somewhat speechless, but she still transmitted her voice, "Listen to me. I'll say one sentence, and you repeat one sentence."
The woman in white immediately calmed down, as though she had found her backbone. She said faintly, "I..."
"You don't