"Save it, you can't possibly handle this meal of mine. You lack the talent. If you dare casually attach yourself to Ghost Immortals, just wait to be swallowed up by them, skin and bones and all!"
Feng Qing'an sincerely advised, but to Xin Fu, this sounded like sheer bragging, only making the color of envy in his eyes all the more noticeable.
"Damn it!"
Xin Fu's teeth practically grinded in envy. He wanted to partake in this leisurely feast too. He didn't want to make an effort anymore either.
"Hmm?"
As Feng Qing'an basked in the attention of the countless geniuses, whether it was envy or jealousy, or even a fraction of resentment, he suddenly detected an unusual gaze among them. Following the direction of the gaze, he immediately saw a woman with a cold temperament and jade-like appearance.
The true inheritor of the Ice Emperor Palace, Su Qingying!
