I knew it! She really did see me.
Feng Doudou's scalp prickled. He had just been about to slip away, but in the next instant, he was dangling in the red-haired man's hand like a puppy.
"Hehe." Feng Doudou curled into a ball, awkwardly scratching his head as he looked at the somewhat stunned red-haired woman opposite him and said with a grin, "Um, I didn't mean to. I was really just passing by. Your dancing was so beautiful that I couldn't help watching a few more times. I swear!"
The red-haired woman: ""
The woman was naturally His Highness Ming, the heir apparent of the Red Lotus Clan. At that moment, she stared at the little child her swordsmanship instructor had caught and was momentarily unable to react.
Calling the other party a little child was no exaggeration. The other party looked even younger than her, only around seventy years old, yet her level was not low.
She was already at Level Nine, fully up to the standard of a direct royal descendant.
Were there really this many geniuses this year?
Ming looked at her speechlessly. "Where were you spying from?"
"I wasn't spying." Feng Doudou firmly refused to admit it. "I was just passing by. Really, just passing by."
Feng Doudou understood the rules. These noble techniques were secret arts passed down privately, and deliberately trying to learn them in secret was grounds for punishment. Under Federation law, they could even deal with her privately. Feng Doudou naturally understood what "deal with her privately" meant.
If they went a little crazy, turning her into fertilizer to water flowers wasn't impossible.
"A hundred meters away," Mister Jian said indifferently. "You chose an excellent vantage point and have a real talent for lurking. Don't mention that she was concentrating on