Feng Wu had no idea that her competition with Sefiro had gotten everyone excited.
While Sefiro's Lightbolt had dashed off, Feng Wu's Little Master was still swaying its tail back and forth on the ground.
Other people were anxious for Feng Wu, but Feng Wu herself didn't know what to do either.
She sat down on the ground and looked at the horse in resignation.
She then poked it in the head with a finger. "Hey, aren't you spoiled? You actually can sleep at such a critical time?"
The horse opened its sleepy eyes with much difficulty.
It glanced at Feng Wu before putting its chin back on the ground and going back to its nap.
Feng Wu didn't know what to say.
If the crowd had had a little expectation of Feng Wu at first, they were now completely full of despair.
"What should we do now?" Lady Northern Feng asked anxiously, "Is she really going to lose?"
Qiuling stood right next to Lady Northern Feng.
