“Wait!” Sefiro glared at Six. “Why do you think I don’t know who she is? I do!”
Six turned around, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Sefiro.
“She’s wearing a red dress and she’s better-looking than me. There’s only one candidate!” Sefiro stared at Six and was infuriated. “It’s Feng Wu!”
Feng Wu cringed a little.
She wondered if these two people would lose their minds if they knew that the person they were looking for was right next to them.
She decided that she would be more careful. If they discovered her, she would be in a lot of trouble.
Feng Wu fell back a little to attract even less attention. She wanted to be as transparent as air.
“Feng Wu?” Six frowned.
Sefiro snorted. “Yes, that’s her!”
Six said, “Didn’t you say that Feng Wu is Seven’s target?”
Sefiro said, “That’s right. My brother sent Seven to kill Feng Wu.”
Six asked, “What is Feng Wu’s level?”
Sefiro said, “She’s about my level, a Level 3 Spiritual Elder.”
Six looked at Sefiro as if she was an idiot. “Then it’s not her.”
Sefiro asked, “Why?”
Six said, “A Level 3 Spiritual Elder is like an ant, and Seven would crush her in no time. He would never let her live that long.”
Sefiro wanted to nod, but when she recalled how Feng Wu had fought Seven, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.
It was true. Feng Wu couldn’t withstand a single strike from Seven, but she was as slippery as a fish and as nimble as a cat. It wasn’t that easy to kill her.
Sefiro murmured, “It really isn’t her?”
Six said, “It can’t possibly be her.”
Sefiro asked, “That girl with the red dress who hurt you, what’s her level?”
That question immediately silenced Six. He looked stunned and didn’t know what to say.
“Six? Six?” Sefiro looked at Six in bewilderment.
Six simply stared at Sefiro. His head had gone blank.
What was that girl’s level? He couldn’t be 100% sure, but she was definitely a Spiritual Elder.
Six felt as if he had just been slapped in the face.
Sensing this, Sefiro asked timidly, “Could she be a Spiritual Elder?”
Six stared at Sefiro. “How is that possible? She injured me. She has to be a Spiritual Lord!”
Sefiro heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s good. If she’s a Spiritual Lord, she can’t be Feng Wu.”
But the look Six gave Sefiro was very strange.
“So, Seven should have killed Feng Wu by now, right?”
Sefiro sat on the ground, holding her knees and looking at Six askance. She wanted an affirmative answer from Six.
After all, he had sounded so certain.
But this time, Six hesitated.
“Feng Wu is only a Level 3 Spiritual Elder, so she can’t possibly have escaped Seven, right?” Sefiro asked again. “She has to be dead now, right?”
Next to her, Feng Wu was speechless.
