Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Saint, this—”
“I want to have a word with her.”
Ling Bai was curious, but he could only do as the Saint ordered. In the next second, he had disappeared.
The hall instantly fell silent.
On the soft ivory couch was a man leaning casually, his head resting on his hand. Feng Ruchu couldn’t see his face clearly or feel his presence, but the familiar floral scent had quickly filled the hall. It was a calming scent which relieved her stress, its elegance unsurpassed.
The man on the soft couch could clearly see Feng Ruchu’s expression despite there being more than ten meters between them.
The world was certainly a bizarre place full of all kinds of people.
There were those who respected and feared him, those who were petty and low before him, those who would flatter him, those who would vie with each other for glory before him, those who would beg him just to live…
But he sensed no surge of emotions from Feng Ruchu.
In fact, he sensed none of the usual curiosity or timidness that was often found in a girl her age.
How amazing was it that she was not afraid of the unknown? How amazing was it that she did not panic because of it?
Even the six spiritual masters under Yu Xiao could not be as calm as she was in front of him.
This girl—she wouldn’t have lived until now if she only feared nothing because of ignorance.
“I heard from the Feng family that you are a spy from another country?” The man asked casually after he had finished observing Feng Ruchu.
“A spy?” Feng Ruchu chuckled. “Have you seen any spies who got themselves into a sacrificial ceremony and almost became the food of the spiritual beast?”
“The Feng family also said that that was what you were up to—ruining the sacrificial ceremony. The truth is that you killed the spiritual beast, and created havoc at the sacrificial site,” said the man again.
“The Feng family, the Feng family! Are you the Feng family’s spy, Your Grace?” Feng Ruchu couldn’t help but roll her eyes and scoff.
The Saint was speechless.
Feng family’s spy? Why so?
Feng Ruchu figured that someone as old as the Saint must be forgetful and grumpy, and the fact that he was mentioning the sacrificial ceremony and being a spy from another country could be because he was trying to gather evidence to use against her in the future.
“Aren’t you asking me these things just to find evidence to convict me, Your Grace? I am nothing but a humble slave, convicting me would be as simple as an order from you. Why go through the trouble of gathering evidence?” Feng Ruchu got impatient beating around the bush and said straightforwardly to the Saint.
“Convicting you? You sound like you could not care less.” The Saint was not bothered by Feng Ruchu’s attitude and chuckled. “Are you not afraid of death?”
“I do… I am so afraid of death,” said Feng Ruchu while hugging herself and shivering exaggeratedly to show how afraid she was.
“But so what if I am afraid? To someone as prominent and respected as Your Grace, not forgetting the fact that you killed an ancient beast in one move, I am just a petty peasant who is as weak as a kitten. I was not favored by my own family, was not favored by God, was starved to the extent that I had to run away from home only to fall off a cliff and be caught as an offering for the sacrificial ceremony, and then I got attacked by Feng Mo’er and was hurt by her ice, water, and sword. For you, killing me would be just as easy as killing an ant, Your Grace.”