“Although my younger martial uncle is a superior master teacher, he hasn’t been able to find a disciple to inherit his skills. If he still can’t find one in the end, I think he’ll leave everything to my sister,” Sefiro murmured to herself.
Sefiro revealed a lot of secrets in that statement.
Her senior brother was very talented.
Her younger martial uncle was the master teacher.
Her sister was very likely to become the disciple of the master teacher.
And…
Before Feng Wu had time to process all the information, she felt Sefiro’s cold gaze on her.
“Quickly, deliver the things and make Feng Wu agree to the horse race with me tomorrow. Don’t be late.” After that, Sefiro finally left.
With her gone, Feng Wu had to face the very angry Steward Mu.
As expected —
As soon as Sefiro turned a corner, Steward Mu stared at Feng Wu with his gloomy eyes and smirked.
“Follow me!”
Putting his hands behind his back, Steward Mu gave Feng Wu a cold glance before he turned to leave.
But Feng Wu didn’t move.
Walking ahead of her, Steward Mu stared at Feng Wu with eyes that had no warmth.
“If you don’t go with me, you’ll know the consequences.” Leaning in close to Feng Wu, Steward Mu lowered his voice. “And that is —”
His statement was ambiguous, but Feng Wu understood.
She only gave Steward Mu a half-smile without saying a word.
Steward Mu gave her a hard look before walking away.
Feng Wu gave it some thought before following him.
Steward Mu smirked, as if some evil plan of his had worked, and he clenched his hands slightly behind his back.
After turning a few corners, Steward Mu led Feng Wu into a room.
The door locked behind her after she entered, and the two of them were alone in the dark narrow space.
A streak of light shone down from above on Steward Mu and Feng Wu, highlighting Steward Mu’s eerie smile.
“You’re actually bold enough to come.” The two of them were only three meters apart as they stood opposite each other.
Feng Wu looked at Steward Mu, unperturbed as usual and a light smile on her face.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” She smiled.
“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you, you rascal?!” Steward Mu’s face suddenly darkened, and he reached for Feng Wu’s neck in a seemingly relaxed motion.
Whoosh —
Feng Wu didn’t have time to avoid it and was caught by her neck.
“Tsk —” Steward Mu grinned coldly. “I was wondering how impressive you can be. Is this all you can do?”
Feng Wu’s smile didn’t change.
“Are you really not afraid of death?” Steward Mu narrowed his eyes.
Feng Wu was still smiling and didn’t seem worried at all.
Steward Mu said, “Don’t worry. You’re going to die, but I’d like to see who you are before that!”
As soon as he said those words, his other hand suddenly moved.
He reached for Feng Wu’s face!
He knew better than anyone else that it was a human skin mask, and he was the only one who knew how to take it off!
But —
When his hand moved to Feng Wu’s chin —
He realized in surprise that the tiny secret buckle wasn’t there.
That wasn’t right!
The secret buckle should be right under the chin, and the mask could only be taken off from there. But to his dismay —
