Xiao Wu had spiritual essence… and she was an outstanding cultivator!
She was a cripple? Said who?!
Grand Secretary Fang took a deep breath. "Who do you think should go in? You or me?"
Priest Wu rubbed his chin. "Do you think that's really necessary?"
Grand Secretary Fang nodded. "There's something too unusual about Proud Snowfield as the setting for the physical tryout this time. Something big is going to happen. I need to let His Majesty know."
Grand Secretary Fang looked at Priest Wu. "Someone needs to go to the imperial palace. You or me?"
Priest Wu said, "I need to keep an eye on little Feng Wu."
Grand Secretary Fang nodded. He then talked to Feng Wu directly. "Xiao Wu, something's wrong with Proud Snowfield. Hit the panic button when you need to! Your life is the priority here!"
The message made Feng Wu's stomach lurch.
So, Grand Secretary Fang had been watching her this whole time.
