Xiao Lin was chatting with the masked man in the unknown land, while on a certain high mountain.

"Great, author, you've written it well! That female supporting character is a complete clown, she should have been stabbed ages ago!"

Leng Youxue, sitting on a rock, closed the novel in her hand, nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the small array formation drawn on the last page of the novel. She then casually waved her hand, and an array identical to the one in the novel appeared on the ground in front of her.

Reaching into the distorted space, she pulled out a large bag of high-grade spirit stones and tossed it onto the array, saying, "Well written. Also, can the male lead be a bit more assertive? I like them a bit domineering."