Xian Cheng looked at Feng Qing and said sincerely, "Miss Feng Qing, I can promise you that if you're willing to take me as your master, I'll only take you in as my disciple in my life. As for Miss Feng Jianing, I can choose not to take her in as my disciple. It can be considered that I've broken my promise to her once."
As soon as these words were out, the entire banquet venue was incomparably quiet. Everyone looked at Feng Qing with anticipation and envy. But Feng Jianing felt as if she had been struck by lightning and couldn't help but stumble. Xian Cheng's words were like a huge hammer smashing onto her head. The expression on her face was also covered in cracks, as if someone had smashed her with a hammer.
