Chu Huaixu heard this and looked at Han Shuangjiang, who was frowning slightly. He smiled and said:
"I'm just zoning out. You don't actually think I'm staring at you, do you?"
Ha, self-absorbed girl!
Alright, but you can't really be called plain-looking either...
Fine, fine, I'll admit—you're exactly my type.
Big Ice Cube couldn't be bothered to respond, just lowered her head and kept drinking.
Seeing her cup empty, Chu Huaixu poured her another.
"Boom—!" Suddenly, somewhere, fireworks burst into the sky.
Every holiday, the Daoist Sect was filled with excitement. Odds were, even these fireworks were set off officially to liven things up for everyone.
All in all, Chu Huaixu figured the Daoist Sect's mortal energy was pretty dense—more humanity than immortality here.
With that, it made the high-ups seem a little less lofty and mysterious.
