"Li Xiao, you're joking. I'm just a rural woman, what academic ability do I have to write papers?"
Faced with Li Wenkang's exaggerated praise, Wu Qingqing, who was training three Spirit Beasts, glanced over with a warm smile and responded, dismissing those bizarre titles that had nothing to do with her.
She was born in 1969, barely made it through primary school, recognized some words and math, and was completely unrelated to professors.
Although she continued her studies later, it was merely in veterinary science.
In stark contrast to Wu Qingqing's warm smile was the human-face beetle, lying on the ground, covering its already scorched posterior, groaning in pain.
Miyel, transformed into a meat ganoderma, and the plucked golden eagle trembled like they were facing death.
"So, what exactly are they doing?" Ansheng looked towards the camp entrance with some confusion, seemingly interrogating, but not quite, Wu Qingqing and the others.
