When she shouted those words, her entire face flushed all the way to her ears—partly from embarrassment, partly from anger.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Ning Rongrong stamped her feet on the spot, her short hair flying with the motion.
"I'm going to be pissed to death by you, you liar of a master! When I get back, I'm definitely tattling to Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa! I'll tell them you bullied me!"
Yang Xing simply watched her with a smiling face.
Without saying a word.
His eyes curved into crescents, and the curve of his lips made people want to punch him but unable to bring themselves to do it.
Only after Ning Rongrong dry-heaved twice more, finally stopped talking, and bent over with her hands on her knees to gasp for breath did Yang Xing move.
He raised his right index finger and drew three talismanic patterns in the air.
A pale blue Spirit-Soothing Talisman, a milky-white Qi-Nourishing Talisman, and a faintly red Essence-Replenishing Talisman.
The three glowing talismans drifted out silently, landing lightly on Ning Rongrong before sinking into her forehead and chest.
A cool aura spread through her.
The redness on Ning Rongrong's little face visibly faded, her breathing gradually steadied, and the churning sensation in her chest subsided.
Only then did Yang Xing speak.
"Wasn't I helping you train your Wind Empress Qimen at your request, my good disciple?"
His tone was as open and frank as if he were commenting on the nice weather.
Ning Rongrong shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.
Yang Xing ignored it completely and continued, "Besides, don't you feel like your control over Wind Empress Qimen has improved just a tiny bit?"
He raised one finger and held his thumb and index finger apart by the narrowest gap.
"Just a tiny bit."