Seeing Ava Fang's respectful and polite manner, Yuan Hui felt even more satisfied. He nodded, motioned for Ava Fang to follow him, then took a step forward and sat down behind a desk piled with books with his swaying body.
Ava Fang stopped a few dozen steps away from the desk, then stood respectfully with her hands lowered, waiting for Yuan Hui's answer.
She was extremely nervous now, fearing that she would accidentally offend this senior, then she would be really finished. The cave was under the control of the spirit of the weapon, and Ava Fang had nowhere to hide, let alone escape.
Maybe he knew everything about her thoughts.
Yuan Hui didn't care whether Ava Fang was standing or sitting, he just kept talking about the memories, with a distant but indelible vicissitude on his face. At this time, Ava Fang seemed to have been taken away to tens of thousands of years ago as Yuan Hui told her story.
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