Fan Wubing stared at her in a daze nearby.
Zhuge Hong noticed his gaze and quickly said, "Sorry, I got carried away and forgot the master hasn't drunk yet."
"It's okay, it's not hard to make, you can drink."
"Oh."
Having known Zhuge Hong for a year, Fan Wubing still didn't know what kind of person she was.
She loved crafting and could stay in her warehouse for a year without going out if undisturbed.
She had a strange yet accurate intuition, and even with Fan Wubing's skills, he couldn't hide his presence around her.
She possessed extraordinary talent and wisdom far beyond most people in this world.
Like the wondrous existence of a universe in a box, even the current Fan Wubing couldn't make it, but she created it in just six years starting at the age of twelve, while also leading the construction of the Qiming Realm, altering the fortunes of the Little South Continent.
What exactly was she?
Fan Wubing couldn't see through, couldn't understand.
