What a silly and naïve way of thinking.

Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue looked at each other and both of them revealed a knowing smile. Ling Chuxi entered the alchemy room and Yu qiubai was not willing to be left behind. Although he looked down on Ling Chuxi in his heart, when it came to alchemy, he would immediately throw away all distracting thoughts. This was also the most basic quality of a spiritual alchemist.

Xia Yimin noticed the smile on Ling Chuxi's face when she and Huangfu qingjue looked at each other. A few words suddenly appeared in his mind: Two old foxes! Although it wasn't appropriate to use such a term to describe a young man and woman in their twenties, he did think so.

It had to be said that the great Deacon Xia was indeed very meticulous. This time, he had actually guessed it right again. For a very long time, hadn't Huangfu qingjue been a little white fox?

The door of the pill room was tightly shut, and the surroundings became quiet.