Sure enough, the ethereal fire became even more pleased with itself after hearing Ling Chuxi's words. It held its stomach like a silly cat and started to spin in circles.
Ling Chuxi patted his little head in satisfaction. Even though she was very clear that she could only capture an illusory flame, she still tried her best to express her praise and encouragement.
The ability of the small spiritual fire was really too useful. In the future, Ling Chuxi would no longer need to waste her time and energy on those low-grade spiritual pills. She could just hand them all over to him, and Ling Chuxi could focus more on her own cultivation.
"White-bearded Grandpa, this is for you. In the future, you won't have to worry about your cultivation when you play with us." The little Phoenix held the spirit pill and handed it to Wen Danqing.