Wanwan answered with a submissive bow of her head.
She was serving Fang Xing out of reluctance yet with a bit of willingness.
After all, if she could win Fang Xing's favor, perhaps the treatment of other disciples might improve.
"Back then... on the Flying Boat, were you the one who made those two Qi Cultivators stop?"
Fang Xing asked a seemingly nonsensical question.
"What does it matter whether I was or wasn't?"
Wanwan looked at Fang Xing's youthful face, her heart feeling somewhat dazed.
The sect had exhausted all efforts to dominate Zheng Country, but to what end?
Under the light of his sword, it all seemed like a joke!
"Even though those two worthless individuals would have died had they fought... I still owe you thanks."
Fang Xing waved his hand, "If you wish, Deacon Wanwan, you are free to leave!"
"Leave?"
Wanwan trembled slightly. To gain freedom was something many Foundation Establishment cultivators within the sect would envy.