Fen Ziyan had barely stepped out of the arena when a group of female disciples approached her.
"Senior Sister Fen, do you have some time for a talk?"
At the front was Mu Qingyao, smiling sweetly as if nothing was wrong.
Fen Ziyan frowned seeing this group as she knew this bunch wasn't up to anything good, but since they were still in public, she didn't want to make a scene.
With a cold snort, she agreed.
"Hmph, you people better not waste my time."
Soon, they arrived at a secluded, quiet courtyard behind the outer halls, where no one else could see or hear them.
Then, as if the friendly and smiley faces from before were just an illusion, they immediately turned hostile.
"Look at you," one of the girls sneered, stepping close, her voice low and mocking. "The great Fen Ziyan... losing so easily. Even the spectators are still talking about it. Do you realize how embarrassing this is for the Fen Dynasty?"
