This time, she did not call him "little brother." After she returned, her mother had even scolded her specifically over this matter, saying that the more talented a man was, the prouder he tended to be, and proud people usually hated having others call them by pet names.
After thinking it over, Feng Xuewu felt that this truly made sense. When she came this time, she immediately changed her usual manner and directly called Yang Chen by name. No matter what, she had to show enough sincerity. She was so many years older than Yang Chen; being more modest when dealing with him could never be wrong.
Seeing Feng Xuewu personally come forward to support him, Yang Chen felt warmth well up in his heart. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Miss Feng."
For a woman like Feng Xuewu, her identity itself was highly sensitive. Yet she had come to cheer him on—this was no small sacrifice.
It was precisely because of this that a flash of harshness flickered through Wang Ren's eyes. Seeing Feng Xuewu supporting Yang Chen, intense jealousy surged in his heart. To receive the favor of a woman like Feng Xuewu was an honor beyond measure.
Thinking this, Wang Ren snorted coldly. "Yang Chen, you really do have quite a way with people. I just wonder whether you'll still be able to smile after you lose later."
Yang Chen could not be bothered with Wang Ren. Turning around, he directly took out the Fire Control Wood and said, "Can we begin?"
"Of course," Wang Yong said slowly.
As soon as those words fell, Yang Chen skillfully and methodically placed the materials into the pill furnace. Then he swept the Fire Control Wood through the air. Sizzle, sizzle—the flames ignited. Every step flowed in one