"Will I die? My life is so precious. Mother exchanged her life for it. I can't die.
"What if I confess to Master now? Why don't I confess?"
Bu Jingyu took two steps toward the door before he heard Feng Wu's cold voice.
"Who do you think is more powerful, your master or your martial grandfather?"
"Of course it's my martial grandfather," Bu Jingyu said without hesitation. "Master listens to Martial Grandfather. In front of Martial Grandmaster, Master is like a cat in front of a tiger. He's very respectful."
Feng Wu threw something at Bu Jingyu.
It was a hairpin from her childhood.
It was exactly the same as the hairpin in Bu Jingyu's painting.
The beautiful lady had made a lot of these, so Feng Wu had taken one as a souvenir.
There was a wooden shelf in her storage space, and one of the compartments in it was used especially to store her old things.
