"Qing Feng? Bah, what qualifies him to be mentioned in the same breath as Mr. Feng?"
Liu God was furious,
as if Zhou Xuan's speculation was a monumental insult to "Mr. Feng."
Gu Ling said to Zhou Xuan, "Rumor has it that Mr. Feng is the Hall Master of the kidnappers, but that's just hearsay. No one in Mingjiang Prefecture has ever seen Mr. Feng."
"So it's actually just a mythical… kidnapper."
Zhou Xuan lightly patted Gu Ling's shoulder and said, "Gu Gexing, leave Liu God to you."
Gu Ling twisted her body, her jade-like arms forming circles, as two clusters of Yan Fire condensed in front of her.
"You can't just treat me like I don't exist; I can fight too!" Zhao Wuya, ignored by Zhou Xuan, felt aggrieved.
"Rise and ride the dragon."
Zhao Wuya, feeling underestimated by Zhou Xuan and eager to prove himself, clasped his hands before his chest as if embracing an invisible sphere. Around him, a whirlwind spun into a tornado.
Wind rose, fire blazed,
