Chapter 890

Jiaoqiu: "Ahem, I do know how, but I'll still need a lot more practice before I can do it with pinpoint accuracy."

Jiaoqiu: "Don't worry, this is all temporary, it's nothing!"

Feixiao: "Jiaoqiu, thank goodness none of this has actually happened yet."

Feixiao: "You'd better remember this well — you are never to do something like this again!"

Feixiao: "That is an order!"

Jiaoqiu: "(bitter smile. jpg)"

The video continues.

【Uh... Physician Jiaoqiu, that was really well said!】

Seeing Jiaoqiu talking to the air,

Stelle couldn't bear to expose him, so she could only offer an awkward compliment.

【That's right... By the way, we're actually heading in this direction.】

【Physician Jiaoqiu, you're talking to the air...】

March 7th couldn't help but give Jiaoqiu a reminder.

【Ah, is that so?】

【Ahahaha, my apologies.】

【I'm just not used to it yet. Although my eyes aren't convenient, my ears are extremely sharp!】

【I can locate things by sound.】

Hearing this, Jiaoqiu turned around in some embarrassment,

but this time, he turned toward Feixiao's direction, still failing to face the right way.

【... It seems it's still a bit off, but let's just leave it at that.】

【Stelle, say something quick!】

March poked Stelle's arm, hoping she would ease the atmosphere a little.

【Uh, during the Martial Rites Ceremony period, what have you all been doing?】

Stelle was briefly stunned, then hurriedly thought up a random question to ask.

【Naturally, I've been recuperating.】

【Thanks to Miss Lingsha, the Cauldron-Master, and the Medicine Dragon Maiden's superb medical skill, we've more or less recovered. All that's left to do now is to strictly follow the physician's orders — those four words.】

Hearing Stelle's question, Jiaoqiu was the first to answer.

【When I had a moment, I went to watch Yanqing's challenge-match. He fought well.】

【Even more commendable was his respect for his opponent.】

Feixiao gave her assessment of Yanqing's performance in the challenge-match, offering high praise.

【... Thank you for the assessment, General.】

Yanqing scratched his head a little sheepishly.

【Did any of you take part in the Martial Rites Ceremony's competition?】

Stelle asked curiously.

【My position really isn't suited for taking part in a competition like this. As for the two over here...】

Feixiao shook her head, gesturing toward Jiaoqiu and Moze.

【Don't ask me — I'm just a physician. Even when my eyes were working fine, I wouldn't have gone near that kind of fuss. Ask Moze instead.】

Jiaoqiu made it clear he could not possibly compete.

【I prefer to observe from the shadows and strike when the moment is right.】

【But unfortunately, the Martial Rites Ceremony's format doesn't give me that much time.】

Moze indicated that he, too, had no desire to compete.

【Uh... Moze, why don't you say a little more?】

Stelle didn't know what else to ask, so she wanted Moze to talk a bit longer.

【...】

【Uh..】

【Mm. Cang.】

【I thought you all already knew — I'm the type who can kill a conversation stone-dead.】

Stelle: "Oh my god, the atmosphere is so cold!!"

Stelle: "How did it end up like this in the middle of a chat!"

Moze: "I'm not good with words. You should all have figured that out by now."

Miss Qingque: "After all that effort, you only squeezed out two or three words... You really are terrible at chatting."