What Is Dignity? Can It Be Eaten?

Little Red, who had been looking down on Little Meatball a moment ago, had already run out of Ling Chuxi's pocket swiftly. Then, he looked at the remaining roast meat in Ling Chuxi's hands with sparkling eyes. Well, who could ever know what the future may hold? This young master didn't seem to know. What was dignity anyway? Was it edible? No! Scram!

After dinner, Ling Chuxi, Gongxi Kuangdao, and the others went to the outskirts of the tent. These few days, Ling Chuxi had already memorized the secret forging technique of the Gongxi clan. She studied it in her heart a few times, and now she was just waiting to practice it.