Seeing Nanxuan's puffed-up face, Luo Feng looked embarrassed. He chuckled and said,
"Sorry."
Lin Yue'er walked up, smiling faintly. "I've roasted another one, right here."
"Where's Ling Qingwu?"
Luo Feng dusted off his clothes and walked over.
"Senior Sister Ling, she..."
Just as Nanxuan was about to answer, the sound of rushing wind echoed from a distance.
WHOOSH!
A gentle breeze brushed past, revealing an elegant figure in front of everyone—it was Ling Qingwu.
Ling Qingwu, upon seeing the shattered cliffside, asked,
"What happened here?"
Luo Feng chuckled. "Just stretching my muscles a bit."
Hearing this, Ling Qingwu's willow-like Daimei furrowed slightly, and she glanced at Nanxuan and the others.
Nanxuan cheekily stuck out her pink tongue, slipped behind Luo Feng, and said,
"Senior Sister, I tried to stop Senior Brother Luo Feng. But he said his injuries were healed, and I couldn't stop him..."
Luo Feng nodded. "Indeed, it was I who insisted on practicing."
