"I assume you know this Wan Qiao?" Yan Xiaobao asked. Although posed as a question, it was more a statement, and Lan Feng nodded.
"I never thought that old witch was still alive," he muttered under his breath. His face was devoid of color, his feathers disheveled, as though they had been ruffled but refused to lie flat again.
'Who is she?' Yan Xiaobao asked after waiting for a moment. He was curious as to what kind of woman could bring down the usually loud and arrogant Phoenix to such a petrified state.
'Who is she? Who is she? You want to know who she is? She's a monster. Other than my father and a few other gods, I've never known anyone stronger than her. To say she's invincible is an understatement. She finishes her tasks crudely.' A sharp voice escaped Lan Feng, his eyes brimming with fear.
