"That's right."
Jiang Fan nodded.
"As expected of my husband, truly impressive."
"It's a pity that I still can't get started with that cultivation technique."
Su Weiwei looked at Jiang Fan with an expression of admiration. She knew how difficult the path of a Martial Artist was, and to see her own man improving his cultivation at such a rapid pace was nothing short of extraordinary.
But she also thought of her own situation; she still hadn't managed to become a beginner after such a long time, her talent must be too poor.
If things continued like this, her man might abandon her.
"Never mind, as long as you practice diligently, it will be fine."
"I believe you will become a beginner soon."
"So, let's train together."
Jiang Fan wrapped his arms around Su Weiwei's slender waist, feeling the softness of her body, as if she had no bones. The faint fragrance emanating from her was truly refreshing.
