Feng Wu shook her head. "Actually, I'm not that into the Bright Dragon Soil."
Xuanyuan Ying laughed inwardly at how fake Feng Wu was. "If you really have no interest in the Bright Dragon Soil, why did you pretend to reluctantly follow me here as soon as I mentioned it? Zuo Qingluan has been making such quick progress that I don't believe you're not agitated by it," thought Xuanyuan Ying.
Xuanyuan Ying snorted in her head, but still had a smile on her face. "I know, Sister Xiao Wu. You never wanted to come, but I forced you to come with me. Right?"
Feng Wu said, "Yes."
As Feng Wu spoke, she glanced at a yellow parrot perched on the wall of the courtyard. She waved at the bird.
The yellow parrot actually flew toward Feng Wu at her beckoning and stopped on Feng Wu's outstretched arm.
Taking out a pea-sized top-grade spiritual stone, Feng Wu fed it to the bird.
Xuanyuan Ying frowned when she saw that.
