Zhang Fengxi stared at the Goddess, who did not flinch under his intensive gaze. The Goddess' calm demeanor greatly irritated him.
"So you do know where my wife's soul currently is," he said in a menacing tone.
The Goddess shot the supreme general a curt, polite smile that betrayed nothing.
Inside the great mirror, Qiao Wei and Bai Ling were walking hand-in-hand, obviously on their way back to Mount Wu.
"It is my job to weave the strings of fate for each soul. I will not deny that I am paying special attention to the Crown Prince's soul."
"I am very happy that Jianbao has a special place in your heart. And yet I thought that we agreed to work together to find Jianyu's soul," Zhang Fengxi reminded her. "It seems that I have been the one who did the entire work so far."
"You did a very good job," the Goddess said in retaliation, without feeling the least bit guilty.
