Seeing Pan Zheng publicly flaunting Pan Meiqing's Dao Fruit Stage cultivation, which was explosively sexy like a tank, and provoking him, Qin Yongquan sneered coldly and retorted, "It's a pity she can't do alchemy; at best, she's just a guard. My daughter is different; Yurou is the champion of the Elixir Pills Conference, second only to Shen Qiang among young alchemists."
Pan Zheng sneered, "You mean, when they fight, your Qin Yurou will throw elixir pills at my Meiqing? Well, in that case, I thank you in advance."
Qin Yongquan's face darkened, "My daughter has been skilled in the arts and house management since childhood, possessing an extraordinary strategic view."
"Oh, so you mean, when they fight, your Fairy Qin plans to play the piano and sing? " Pan Zheng clung to the notion of them fighting, which infuriated Qin Yongquan to the point of grinding his teeth.
