Over at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Misty vapor billowed, and halos of milky white and crimson intertwined, reflecting across Ning Rongrong's face.
As soon as Yang Xing brought Ning Rongrong here,
her gaze immediately locked onto Xiao Wu, who was sitting cross-legged on a rocky surface nearby. Two streams of Soul Power slowly circulated around Xiao Wu's body as she absorbed a Soul Bone.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips once, then again.
Then her delicate little face scrunched up, her almond eyes narrowing as she tilted her head to glare sideways at Yang Xing. Her voice was so sour it seemed ready to drip water.
"Stinky Master, you went out this time and brought back two Soul Bones, all for Xiao Wu?"
She planted her hands on her hips and lifted her chin slightly, her glistening eyes full of accusation.
"You didn't think of me at all?"
Yang Xing blinked and turned to look at her.
"Good disciple, are you jealous?"
Ning Rongrong's pretty face instantly flushed. Her fair cheeks looked as though someone had lightly brushed them with rouge. She took half a step back, put her hands on her hips, and raised her chin even higher.
"Stinky Master, in your dreams!"
"Impossible!"
"I was just asking!"
Three denials in a row, delivered without a pause.
Yang Xing laughed twice and turned to walk forward.
"Good, good."
Ning Rongrong stood where she was, watching his unconcerned back. Her teeth itched with irritation. She stomped her foot twice, then hurried after him in quick little steps.
The first thing she did after catching up was lift her foot and stomp down on Yang Xing's left foot.
Yang Xing shifted his toes slightly and easily avoided it.
Ning Rongrong refused to give up and tried to stomp on