Six frowned. "I don't think so. That girl is only 13 or 14. She was wearing a red dress, is very fast, and knows formations…"
"That's her! That's Feng Wu!!!"
Sefiro and Seven spoke in unison again.
Six looked at them in amazement.
Seven said, "Feng Wu is wearing a red dress today. She can run very fast, she knows formations, and she's about 13 or 14…"
Sefiro nodded as Seven spoke.
Six still didn't say a word.
Seven heaved a long sigh.
Somehow, seeing Six in such a miserable state, Seven felt less frustrated. As it turned out, he wasn't the only one who had been tricked by Feng Wu. Someone else was even more miserable.
Although he wasn't doing well himself, the fact that someone else was worse off actually made him feel that he wasn't doing too badly.
Six, on the other hand, didn't feel as good as Seven.
"So, it was her!" Six clenched his fists. "She's the one who saved the prince!"
