Xuan Yi had just been looking at Ranmil, but hearing what Feng Xun said, he noticed it as well.
He then frowned.
Emperor Wu noticed as well, and gave the chieftain a confused look.
The chieftain chuckled. “Your Majesty, is it about my daughter’s cultivation level?”
Emperor Wu said, “Princess Ranmil doesn’t look like a Spiritual Grandmaster to me. If I’m not mistaken, she’s a Spiritual Lord again now.”
“Hahaha —”
The chieftain was so satisfied that he laughed. “Your Majesty, that’s why my daughter insisted that she give us the Fierce Face dance.
“When everyone went back to get some rest just then, my daughter sat in the camp and cried. But as it turned out, it was a blessing in disguise. My girl’s bad luck is finally over!
“She was suddenly enlightened, and learned the meaning of the Fierce Face dance. After she finished dancing, she went back to being a Spiritual Lord!”
WHAT?!
Everyone was astonished to hear that.
Ranmil had gotten her cultivation back!
And it only took a dance to do it!
Everyone looked at Ranmil and felt as if she was glowing from head to toe.
Ranmil was back to the way she was and even more confident.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were narrowed. She didn’t look like the perfectly innocent girl anymore.
Ranmil looked past the crowd and met “Feng Wu’s” eyes with a smirk on her face, as if to say, “Thanks to you, I know this dance now.
“Everyone is a blessing to me, from the people that have helped me to the person that tried to set me up.
“Isn’t there a saying in the Junwu Empire that one can only make achievements through hardship?
“So, Miss Feng Wu, this dance is for you.”
Suddenly, Ranmil turned to look at Emperor Wu and asked, “Your Majesty, would you like to make a bet with me?”
“Really?” Emperor Wu chuckled. “What bet?”
Ranmil said, “If my Fierce Face dance can keep a person here, will Your Majesty let that person stay?”
“A person? Who?”
Ranmil smiled. “It’s a secret. Your Majesty will see. I just don’t know if Your Majesty will be willing to part with that person.”
With all the remarkable teenagers in the Junwu Empire, Emperor Wu felt that he could spare one, so he nodded and said, “Sure. If you have your eye on someone and he agrees to stay, I’ll let him stay!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” the chieftain chimed in.
“Your Majesty, please keep your promise.” Fearing that Emperor Wu would go back on his word, Ranmil immediately started dancing.
The others weren’t interested in the bet. They just glanced at “Feng Wu” from time to time.
They wondered what she was thinking now.
Earlier, she had destroyed Ranmil’s cultivation in the tombs, but not only had Ranmil returned to her cultivation level, she had also learned the Fierce Face dance.
