This is not Chen Ye being biased.
The master finally understood, this disciple of his is indeed a handful!
Moreover, now her cultivation has reached the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, who could bully her? It would be good enough if she didn't bully others.
He even suspected that Qing Jun had intentionally pretended to be tricked by Zhang Chuxi back then, in order to borrow the hand of a Demon Cultivator to kill her.
Forget it... that's probably not it, Qing Jun isn't that bad... right?
Chen Ye glanced at the furious little girl, reached out with both hands, and gently pressed down her pufferfish-like cheeks.
"Puff—"
With a sound like air leaking, Qing Jun's once puffed-up little face instantly deflated, her pink lips were squished into a pout, and she made a muffled protest:
"Mmm... Master... let go... my face is going to flatten..."
"Flattened is just right, so you don't have to puff up every day, others might think I've raised a big toad."
