Wan-Er and Xiu-Er both said, "Ah? It is strange."
"After what Feng Zhiling said, Zhao Pingtian just turned against the team?" Master Bai asked, "What did he look like? What did he say? Try to recall everything. Don’t miss any details!"
The big guy lowered his head and thought for a while. He told the story again. As he spoke, Master Bai’s eyes lit up.
While Master Bai was frowning, lost in thoughts, the wounds on his face were quickly vanishing.
He became white and handsome again, not a pig head anymore.
Finally, his eyes lit up as he murmured, "Feng Zhiling always amaze me… He has the Psychic Eye? In this low realm, there is actually people who has such a mysterious power. How strange!"
Wan-Er and Xiu-Er turned over at the same time, "Psychic Eye? How come…"
Master Bai lightly nodded. "Why not! There is no other reasonable explanation. Do you really thing Zhao Pingtian would just give up to some words his enemy said? He is not that stupid!"
