"Xiao Wu, why are you smiling? Seriously, you wear such simple and modest clothes. How did he come to that conclusion? That's a mean old man!" Chaoge said indignantly.
Feng Wu only smiled at first, but she was so amused that she soon broke into laughter.
Chaoge stared at her in bewilderment. "Why are you laughing? You were told off!"
Feng Wu chuckled. "My beautiful master was right. Priest Wu is an upright man who hates it when people let formations go to waste. That man was Priest Wu, alright."
"Beautiful master? As in that beautiful master from your dreams?" Chaoge was intrigued.
But Feng Wu didn't want to talk about her beautiful master with Chaoge, for her master was her own secret and she didn't want to share it with anyone else.
Feng Wu grunted proudly. "I'm not going to talk about it."
Chaoge said in resignation, "What about Priest Wu, then? Where did you hear about what he's like? And whoever told you that sounds so superior."
