After Xue Fanxin briefly understood what had happened, she went to look for Shui Moning. After all, it was easier for girls to communicate and tell each other some secrets.
Shui Moning knew that Xue Fanxin would come, but she had already tried her best to suppress her emotions, but she could not help but feel sad.
"Fanxin, you know already?"
"Most of it." Xue Fanxin sat beside Shui Moning and took out an ointment to apply to her swollen face. "This is an ointment I concocted myself. The effects are very good. If you apply it to your face, the swelling will subside in less than two hours. Your cultivation level is not low either. How can you still easily allow someone to slap you?"
Shui Moning's cultivation level was the same as hers, at the Mystic King Realm.
