Sefiro said, "The door to the tomb will only open three years later. Do you think Feng Wu can survive that long?"
Qiuling rested her hands on her waist and said proudly, "I don't know about other people, but nothing is impossible for Miss Wu."
The others were all speechless.
"Girl, do you know what's going on now? You're a genius now! Stop talking about your Miss Wu! You're much better than her now!"
Finally, someone decided to tell Qiuling the truth. "Your mistress is a Level 7 Spiritual Elder, and you're Level 5 now. Soon, you'll be better than her!"
Qiuling glared at the person.
Master Zuo snorted. "The head of the Feng clan sold you to the Zuo family. From now on, you're not allowed to mention Feng Wu anymore!"
Qiuling found those words idiotic. "Who sold me to your family?"
Master Zuo said, "Master Feng did."
