Chapter 2243
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However, Jun Linyuan darted a cold glance at Lord Mu.
Feng stepped forward. "His Royal Highness is a neat freak and can't have physical contact with anyone else. Please forgive him, Lord Mu."
Neat freak? Can't have physical contact with anyone?
Feng Wu, who was leaning against him and holding his arm …
Feng Sang snorted. "What about Feng Wu? Can she do it? "
Feng answered solemnly, "Miss Wu isn't an outsider."
The crowd was speechless.
Feng Sang was rendered speechless. When she saw Feng Sang and Chaoge a short distance away, she smirked. "What's with all that pride? You call yourself a genius all the time, but you can't even compare to your own friend. Not only are you no match for your friend, you can't even compare to your own maidservant. Tsk, tsk — "
Although Feng Sang was mumbling, she raised her voice so that everyone could hear her.
"That's right. She's a Level 7 Spiritual Elder, but she's nowhere near Qiuling's level."
Those who were at Feng Sang's level all smirked and sneered at Feng Wu.
Chaoge was one thing, but Feng Wu, a Level 7 Spiritual Elder, wasn't even as capable as her own maidservant. That wasn't a very nice thing to hear.
Qiuling, who had been mentioned, frowned and looked a little displeased.
However —
Lord Mu, Master Dugu, and the other important officials who had watched the crystal ball, as well as Zuo Ming, who had fought Feng Wu, had mixed feelings.
Seeing that Feng Wu and Jun Linyuan had walked past them and headed for their tents, Lord Mu patted Feng Yanfeng on the shoulder and said, "Take care."
Feng Yanfeng felt very conflicted.
Emperor Wu had called him to the central tent earlier, and although it was the last moment, he had seen something.
Feng Wu wasn't a Level 7 Spiritual Elder, but a Level 7 Spiritual Lord!
A Level 7 Spiritual Lord was more than qualified to be the head of the Feng clan!
Feng Yanfeng felt like crying at that thought.
With a straight face, he went up to Feng Sang and threw a dirty look at her. "Shut up!"
Feng Yiran was about to speak up for Feng Sang, but his father scolded him and he shut up right away.
Zuo Ming returned to his own tent.
"Master —" Mrs Zuo rushed over and asked excitedly, "Did you succeed? Have you successfully avenged Qingyu?! "
Mrs Zuo knew about Zuo Ming's attempt on Feng Wu's life, and Mrs Dugu had told her about the crystal ball, so she came back in a hurry.
The crystal ball was still showing Zuo Ming and Feng Wu, which was why Mrs Zuo was so excited!
How could Feng Wu escape from a Spiritual King?
Zuo Ming pulled a long face and threw Mrs Zuo away unhappily.
Mrs Zuo, who had been excited, suddenly had a bad feeling. She stepped forward in a hurry. "Master, did you … fail? That little bitch didn't die?! "
Zuo Ming said, "Stop!"
Mrs Zuo panicked. She stepped forward and took Zuo Ming's hand. "That's not possible. My sister-in-law told me that you could have killed Feng Wu with a wave of your hand when you were by the lake. Why can't you do that?"
Lakeside? Face him head on? Kill her with a single move?
Zuo Ming's chest tightened. He turned around and glared at Mrs Zuo. "How did you know that? How did you know that I met her by the lake?! "
Please remember the domain name of this book. The Divine Emperor of Jiutian
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