Sefiro gave Feng Xun a "you idiot" look. "Hey, can you shut up for a moment? What do you mean by that? Why can't we find anything good if we don't pray to Feng Wu? Do you think this place belongs to her?"
Feng Xun said, "I have a feeling that that's really the case."
"Idiot!" Sefiro couldn't be bothered to talk to Feng Xun.
Behind the shelves —
Wait!
When Ranmil injected her spiritual essence, Little Phoenix's eyes lit up when it stole it.
Feng Wu was bewildered.
Little Phoenix was fascinated. "The spiritual essence is so pure. It feels so familiar, like an angel coming down from the Sacred Temple…"
"What?" Feng Wu looked at Little Phoenix in bewilderment. "Sacred Temple? Angel? What are they?"
She had never heard those terms before.
"Did I say those words?" Little Phoenix looked confused.
Feng Wu didn't know what to say either.
She asked the white fairy, "It did say that, right?"
