บท 1215: A Lucky Draw? (3)

Her mental strength alone exceeded that of any regular person.

"Do you know why you're still alive?" Master Linghu kept his unblinking, brooding gaze on Feng Wu, and his tone was as casual as if he was merely chatting with her.

"Master, why did you want to kill me?"

Even when she was facing one of the most powerful men in the empire, Feng Wu was neither humble nor pushy, and looked perfectly unperturbed.

Master Linghu couldn't help giving Feng Wu a long look. Her temperament alone impressed him.

That aplomb reminded Master Linghu of another amazing teenager.

"I'm not a nice person. Since I've injured you, I'll help you once in return."

Master Linghu looked at Feng Wu. "You may make one request."

Something stirred inside Feng Wu!

A favor from Master Linghu in return for an injury? If that was the deal, the people of this empire would be thrilled!