บท 1815: Face-slapping, Act Six (5)

"Ten times!" The idea made Zuo Qingxian shudder. "That girl was only eight years old, but she had ten times more talent and had suppressed her cultivation level. Only after that was she on the same level as Qingluan. How could Qingluan be her match?"

The second prince's eyes flickered. "Are you sure about that?"

Zuo Qingxian smiled bitterly. "Our elder wouldn't lie to us. Moreover, the Zuo family were the last people who wanted to accept that reality, but it didn't change the fact that it was the truth. Feng Wu was meant to be the chosen one!"

The second prince drew in his breath.

Zuo Qingxian said, "What could the Zuo family do? Could we just let Feng Wu grow up? Once she gained her full strength, what would become of Qingluan? The two genius girls of the imperial capital? In a year or two, Qingluan would fall behind and become a joke! Her and our entire family!"

The second prince was speechless.