"This is your only chance to get out of here alive. Why would you turn it down? No, you —"
Feng Wu smiled. "Thank you, princess, for your kindness, but the ghost king doesn't get to decide which path is the right one."
Ranmil feigned a confused look. "What do you mean?"
Feng Wu smiled confidently. "I'll decide which path is the right one."
With her hair and the lower hem of her clothes dancing in the wind, Feng Wu looked as splendid as a goddess.
That was how confident she was!
All eyes were on her now!
Feng Wu, you've chosen death yourself. Good! thought Ranmil. She rejoiced inwardly, but she still feigned a sorry tone. "Princess Feng Wu, if that's your choice, I'll have to respect it."
Feng Liu and Feng Yiran found Feng Wu's choice idiotic.
What kind of person would choose death over life?
"Her pride will get her killed. All the better. We'll have a chance now," Feng Liu told Dugu Yamo with a smile.
