No frantic scrambling, no terrified screams.
Instead, it was like a stage performance.
Plenty of people had already recorded Doctor Wen's feat and turned it into its own video. Used correctly, this was the key to viral traffic.
After all, so many people wanted a piece of that content creator pie.
Xu Jiali's face was a mask of shock. She moved closer to Wen Ying, reached out, and squeezed her arm, a dawning realization on her face. "Sister Yingying, do you know Qinggong?"
Song Jiayan stared at Wen Ying without blinking.
He clearly had the same question in mind, but he was too shy to ask it out loud.
Wen Ying set down the bamboo basket in her hands. The supplies inside were visible at a glance.
But it seemed everyone was more interested in whether or not Doctor Wen knew Qinggong.
"Qinggong?" Wen Ying thought for a moment. 'With my current cultivation and my status as a Cultivator, does this count as Qinggong?'
