Feng Zixiao was taken aback, and the smile on his face chilled by a few degrees.
"Perhaps I was simply lucky and thus managed to escape a calamity.
Seeing as the Crown Prince and the young lady are unharmed, I assume you've dealt with the wolf pack?"
"That's right, but they were just over a thousand Canglang wolves, hardly a match for us," Feng Yueya said with nonchalance.
Feng Zixiao's lips twitched involuntarily.
The desert Canglang were not easy to handle, especially in their thousands. Yet she spoke of them so lightly; it was clear her strength was not to be underestimated.
Indeed, he had previously seen her capabilities.
Possessing golden spiritual power, she had killed nearly twenty men with cultivation in just ten steps.
Just that fact alone proved how formidable she was.
"The young lady is truly remarkable, I admire, admire indeed."
Feng Yueya scoffed, "My abilities may be remarkable, but they can't compare to Young Master Feng.
