Bai Chuwei used her Spiritual Power to warm the steamed buns in her bag, glanced at Duan Feihan's slightly tense side profile, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, Hanhan? Want to eat a bun? That little kid's family steamed the buns, they smell nice."
Duan Feihan concisely replied, "Not hungry."
"Tsk tsk—" Bai Chuwei clicked her tongue and suddenly reached out to touch his left chest where his heart was.
Assaulting his chest?
Duan Feihan's footsteps paused: "..."
Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand and sighed, "Hanhan, your cultivation base hasn't even built a Spiritual Mansion, I can't do anything about it."
She wasn't an ordinary person, nor were Xu Xingchen and Liao Jinjin two cultivation wastes, who could form a bond with a cultivator immediately.
In the mountains, there was a small path. The two followed the path inward, stepping on the soft snow pile. Duan Feihan suddenly asked, "What does a Spiritual Mansion look like?"
