"It's not that I'm being selfish, it's that there's really no way."
Yan Qing was somewhat helpless: "The eligibility for participation cannot be fought for; either you can or you can't. I can't explain much more."
Murong Hui pursed her lips, lowered her head, and drew circles with her toe, suddenly sighing: "I kind of hate Lu Fang now; it would have been better if he hadn't come."
"Why?"
"If he hadn't brought the news, we could happily sing and roam the Demon Gathering Land, and even if you established your Foundation after leaving, I wouldn't be jealous... Well, maybe a little jealous, but only a tiny bit." Murong Hui said gloomily: "Now that I know everything, even if I believe you, after all, it's a Foundation Establishment Pill. I really, really want it, and there's still a bit of dissatisfaction in my heart. You sense my dissatisfaction and will feel like my character is not good, and won't be able to continue seeing me as the esteemed Sister Hui."
