Shu Yunruo smiled and said, "Yes."
Feng Xun asked, "Why?"
Shu Yunruo said, "Because I have faith in Feng Wu."
Feng Xun grumbled inwardly. Even he didn't have that much faith in Feng Wu. Deep down, he was convinced that she wouldn't be able to pass the hell level.
He was about to make the change, when he heard a cold voice: "No."
It was the crown prince himself.
Feng Xun and the others exchanged bewildered looks.
Tilting his head, the crown prince stared at Shu Yunruo with cold, piercing eyes.
Shu Yunruo shuddered and was overwhelmed with fear. A cold sensation ran down his spine.
Those eyes were so terrifying that he was awestruck and intimidated.
Shu Yunruo, the known genius of Imperial College, didn't dare meet the crown prince's eyes.
In the Dragon's Gate.
Feng Wu took down the bottle filled with the toxic inky liquid, sealed it with a cork, and put it into her sleeve. She then moved to the next floor.
