"You're so afraid of dying, yet you came to the secret realm?"
Wang Xian shook his head, thinking that fortunately, they hadn't seen how terrifying that black eagle was. If not for Wuyue, he would have nearly died.
He even believed that Wuyue had concealed the aura he gave off after breaking through. That was why these people before him, including the folks from the Service Hall, thought he was a nobody.
Still, there was no way this could stay hidden from Bai Lishuangmo.
You knew perfectly well I was already at the peak of the Golden Core realm, yet you tossed me into the Service Hall. How much do you hate me?
At least he'd kept his head down and stayed alive.
Ling Feifei gave a cold snort as she looked at Wang Xian, suddenly feeling a twinge of disgust.
If the valley master and Jiang Yun'er didn't like you, a nobody like you wouldn't even be wanted as a menial in Hundred Flowers Valley.
But she had no idea what was on Wang Xian's mind.
That was without even mentioning the time before, when Jiang Wenzheng had knocked him off a cliff. That alone had been perilous beyond measure.
Every time, he had seemed on the verge of death, only to find a way out at the last moment. But he had no desire to explain any of that to the five people before him.
As it happened, Ling Feifei's thoughts were just like Wang Xian's—only far more malicious.
The legendary Innate Spirit Body before her became more and more of an eyesore the longer she looked at him.
In the end, Feng Feifei broke the silence. After eating a few bites of roasted meat, she felt the dense spiritual energy roiling in her belly. Seeing that she