The Baihua Fairy suddenly smiled at Yang Yan.
"Cough, cough!"
Yang Yan coughed twice forcefully: "Baihua Fairy, I am quite inexperienced, please don't use this kind of approach on me."
What a joke, how could Yang Yan fall for something like that so easily.
Liu Yizheng relaxed when he saw this, seeming relieved.
"This fellow apprentice seems to dislike my presence? Holding his nose, is there some strange odor on me?"
Baihua Fairy noticed Yang Yan was unaffected, so she turned her gaze to Liu Yizheng.
Liu Yizheng was still holding his nose.
"No, no. Please don't misunderstand, Baihua Fairy. My nose is just a bit itchy, just a bit itchy."
Basic disciples rarely have any ailments, and even Liu Yizheng claiming an itchy nose is impressive enough.
Baihua Fairy rolled her eyes at Liu Yizheng.
Worthy of being a fairy, even the action of rolling her eyes is so… beautiful.
"Why has Baihua Fairy come here, I wonder?"
Lin Zimu asked from the side.
