Mi Xuan didn't hide anything, smiled: "I made a little bit of progress, but it's still far from enough."
"I used the cracked mithril ore to forge a dagger for you. Come and see it, I hope it will be of some use to you."
Twenty minutes later, Yang Fei arrived at Polytechnic University, Mi Xuan's exclusive laboratory.
Mi Xuan, wearing a white coat, appeared petite and exquisite, slightly thinner, even the baby fat on her cheeks had significantly faded, making her look more delicate.
Mi Duo donned the Armed Storm, resembling a real bodyguard, standing guard behind Mi Xuan.
This girl couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yang Fei upon seeing him: "Long time no see, you've grown more mischievous. Every time I see you, I just want to bite you."
Yang Fei laughed heartily: "Even if you're a fairy, I'm not Tang Seng. It's okay, you should head out first, don't interrupt the adults talking."
Mi Duo glared: "No, I want to keep an eye on you, don't bully my sister."
