"If I lose a fight because of this in the future, won't it be very embarrassing? Wuwuwu..."
Hearing Xiang Yun's sobs, Feng Xiyun smiled and comforted her, "Junior Sister, you're still young, so you won't understand the benefits of this."
"Although you don't want it now, many people who want to become like this can only think about it."
After hearing this, Xiang Yun became even more confused. She could not figure out the logic behind this no matter how much she thought about it.
Was there any benefit to being swollen?
It did not look good, and it was inconvenient for fighting. How annoying.
Yuelun once again appeared by Xiang Yun's side. She gently rubbed her head and said, "Little girl, what should I call you?"
"My name is Xiang Yun, but the old man calls me…"