"Mengyao, Martial Hall?" Qi Wuyan's eyes lit up upon hearing a familiar name, "Not bad, I've always been teaching disciples in the Shuyu Pavilion."
"Then it's settled." Long Eying smiled, then stood up, "Elder Qi, take a look and see how it is?"
Qi Wuyan bowed her head, stepped forward, observed from top to bottom, completely identical, without "missing or defective parts," and couldn't help but regard it highly.
Women often harbor mutual jealousy.
Especially since she is indeed somewhat interested in King Huai, wanting to learn more about him.
But upon reaching the lower body...
Qi Wuyan's expression slightly froze, then saw Long Eying's expression, immediately reacted, and lightly chuckled with a hint of implication: "It's indeed delicate and smooth, an extraordinary talent."
Long Eying followed her gaze, puzzled, extraordinary talent? She found it strange; last time with Lao Mengyao, seemingly in some place, there was a difference?
"Need changes?"
