Chapter 3290
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"I don't know why Ji Ying picked up inscriptions so quickly. According to my son, he seemed to have a solid foundation since he was a child. He could memorize inscriptions as soon as he learned them. "
"But it's strange —"
Feng Wu asked, "How so?"
Aunt Qing said, "Strangely enough, Ji Ying wasn't as talented as he was when he grew up. He wasn't much faster at learning inscriptions than my son. That's why my son said that he had a solid foundation since he was a child. "
Something flashed through Feng Wu's mind, but it happened so fast that she couldn't quite catch it.
Feng Wu asked again, "So, which family is Ji Ying from?"
Aunt Qing asked, "Which family? I don't think he's from any family. I think he's a poor boy who was adopted by the Duanmu family. If he was from a family, why would he be adopted? "
Feng Wu said, "But didn't your son say that Ji Ying had a solid foundation since he was a child? He must be from a good family if he could raise a child to such a level. A regular family wouldn't be able to afford it. "
It was a luxury to hire an inscriptionist.
Aunt Qing didn't know what to say. She looked at Feng Wu. "You're right."
And then? Feng Wu stared into Aunt Qing's eyes.
Aunt Qing looked suspicious. "Why didn't I think of that before? But … I don't think it's a big deal. Maybe his family fell on hard times before? "
Aunt Qing didn't think much of it, but Feng Wu made a mental note of it.
Level 8 inscriptions were very difficult to reach.
How many people were there in the Junwu Empire? At least a hundred million. But among them, the capital institute only had Elder Mei, Elder Yan, and now Master Wang Zhiheng.
The military academy had more, but not by much.
She had been taught by her beautiful master, the most powerful master on the continent, ever since she was a child.
So …
How could Ji Ying be a Level 8 inscriptionist?
Feng Wu chatted with Aunt Qing for a while longer and learned more about the military academy. Only then did she get up and leave.
Aunt Qing didn't want her to leave.
She kept asking Feng Wu to come here more often.
Feng Wu replied with a smile, "Sure. I'll come as often as I can. I hope you don't mind."
Feng Wu ran into Mo Ziming on her way back.
Feng Wu had already found out that the conflict between Mo Ziming and Ji Ying originated from the conflict between their masters.
Master Duanmu had always been high and mighty. He looked down on everyone and was extremely arrogant. Master Wang had a grudge against him for stealing and harming his Junior Sister. How could they let it go?
Thus, the two sides began to fight.
Mo Ziming had always been oppressed, ridiculed, and humiliated by Ji Ying. It would be strange if he did not hate Ji Ying.
Feng Wu felt sorry for Mo Ziming when she saw him.
Mo Ziming was a little embarrassed to see Feng Wu … She had wanted to put on a good show in front of her junior sister, but in the end … Ji Ying had beaten her so badly …
"Little Junior Sister …" Just as Mo Ziming spoke, someone walked over.
It was still Ji Ying.
"Young lady, do you recognize me?" Ji Ying, who had returned, stood in front of Feng Wu, putting on his most elegant posture.
As he tried to seduce Feng Wu, he gave Mo Ziming a provocative look.
Mo Ziming was infuriated.
Ji Ying grinned at Feng Wu, the corners of his lips curving into a devilish smile.
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