Fei Cheng hurriedly made a gesture on his palm, then opened it. The light on it flashed and disappeared. Everyone frowned, and even Yunxiao could not see what was written on it.
Wei Shishi muttered to herself for a moment before she said,"So it's him."
"What do you mean?"
Fei Cheng was stunned for a moment and said in confusion, " "Wasn't the palace Master invited by that Lord?"
"Maybe," Wei Shishi said. Since it's him, I'll help him this time and keep this secret."
"What do you mean, Palace Master?" Fei Cheng asked.
Wei Shishi took a step forward and stood right in front of Fei Cheng. With only a short distance between them, Fei Cheng could only smell a burst of fragrance. Immediately after, he felt an intense pain in his heart. He let out a miserable cry and said,"You coward!"
A small golden sword pierced through his chest. There were three beautiful blood grooves on the sword, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.
