"Little Feng Wu, that was incredible —" Feng Xun patted Feng Wu's hand. "I thought you'd be hopeless without spiritual essence. I didn't expect you to be able to scare Feng Yiran off. Good for you —"
Feng Wu gave him a nonchalant nod, then turned to walk her mother back into the tent.
All of a sudden, she sensed a pair of baleful eyes staring at her!
"Who's there? Stop hiding!" Picking up a stone, Feng Wu hurtled it at a corner!
Thud!
The stone hit something, which cried out in pain.
A crisp voice cried out in that shady corner. "Ouch — Feng Wu, that hurts! Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you do that to me?!"
Looking at Yan Yan, who had walked out of that corner, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not worth my attention."
"Cousin! Cousin! You saw what she did! You saw it, right?" Yan Yan ran toward Feng Xun, still crying.