Ma Ran gently patted He Zi's head and softly said, "Take a good rest and stay at the Grass Hut Academy for a while."
Beside him, Su Qiangwei fell into a daze.
After a long moment, she expressionlessly tapped the nail of her left middle finger.
[Pandora], activate!
A bag of fresh red apples appeared in the girl's hand.
Truth be told, Master Qiangwei really disliked these fervent star-chasers. In her eyes, they were a bunch of irrational beings.
After more contact with Ma Ran, this little one's fantasies will surely be shattered!
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Su 'No Fans' Melancholy Martial God Qiangwei made an effort to appear carefree, elegantly chomping down the red apple in her hand in three bites.
Ma Ran ignored her reaction, his gaze falling upon He Zi: "Your ability is quite good, but your Inner Qi Cultivation is a bit lacking."
"Once we have some time, I'll personally guide you all."
