Having heard what was said, Chu Feng fell in a spell of suspicion. He asked Zi Luan, who was beside him, and said, "Do you think this is the case?"
Even though the saintess Zi Luan was afraid of him, she was now nodding like a little chick pecking at rice and said, "Of course. Both man and god are infuriated, and the Heavens won't tolerated this behaviour. You should be struck by lightning!"
Chu Feng casted a glance at her. Such resentment and indignation! She had already begun to curse at him even though he had only asked her a question.
As a result, in a relatively calm manner he commanded, "Sing."
"Ah? I'm not going to sing!" The saintess Zi Luan wore a look of resentfulness. Last time it was really humiliating—he had scared her so much that she was almost in tears. She had reverted into her true form, and sung "I'm a little little bird" while she fled.
Was she expected to sing again now? She was slightly fearful!
