"Red Gold..." Beside him, Bai Fengxi's hand, which was raising a teacup, froze mid-air, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"Red Gold! It's Red Gold!"
"If Zhang Hongbo and his group knew about this, the looks on their faces would be priceless!" Yuan Chenyang shot to his feet, his face flushed. He paced back and forth, waving his arms.
"Teacher..." Su Chen called out, thinking to himself, 'No wonder practicing with the Candle Fire was so easy.'
"Oh, oh..." Yuan Chenyang realized he'd lost his composure. After calming down, he added, "No, this matter can't be exposed for now."
"The shady old bastards in the city won't necessarily want to see someone with a Red Gold Talent appear."
Yuan Chenyang was agitated, trying to sort out his thoughts. "Ying Feng, you have to go to Ying Feng... A Red Gold Spirit Talent... Wasting even a year is a crime..."
"No, that won't work. His refugee background is still a hidden danger."
