Young Lord Feng Is in Trouble

"I made two breakthroughs!" Wang Zhaole said solemnly. "I'm a Level 8 Spiritual King now."

Feng Wu was surprised. "By that much?"

Wang Zhaole nodded solemnly. "I was already a peak Level 6 Spiritual King, and the breakthroughs have saved me years of cultivation. Feng Wu, I owe you one!"

Yang Hong also nodded solemnly. "I'm also a Level 8 Spiritual King now. Feng Wu, I'll return this favor!"

The other colonels all earnestly thanked Feng Wu.

They knew they had used the resources that even the Military Academy hadn't gotten a chance to use.

That liquid was supposed to be saved for the elders.

It was all thanks to Feng Wu.

She awkwardly scratched her head, not used to everyone's solemn tones.

She just hadn't wanted to waste the all-purpose transformation liquid on the Military Academy's elders.

Seeing how earnest the others were, even Feng Wu, who had seen many strange things, felt abashed.