The moment Chi Shuyan walked in unhurriedly, her fair face was exposed under the light.
Father Feng and Feng Yanli both stared incredulously, bewildered and flabbergasted.
"What's going on?" Father Feng frowned and looked at Feng Yanli. If the sucker they were borrowing luck from this time was a Warlock, that was bad.
Stunned, Feng Yanli snapped back to her senses and calmed down. "Dad, don't worry. I know her too well. She's a hopeless case; even if she really got lucky and became some Celestial Master, she's a half-baked one. How can she compare with Master Yan?"
Even the black-robed Warlock on the side had been a little astonished, but when he heard Feng Yanli's words, he was relieved. What was so scary about a teenage girl?
