Young Lord Feng, the Savior

Zuo Qingyu raised her voice deliberately, making sure that Feng Wu could hear it.

Anyone who genuinely cared about Feng Wu would have jumped to their feet by now. However, Lady Wang and Feng Liu only exchanged satisfied looks at the insult.

Feng Wu clenched her fists.

No one with any sense of self-respect would turn a deaf ear to such humiliating words.

However, Feng Wu knew better than anyone that she couldn't do anything reckless.

A Level 9 Spiritual Master was something in Northern Border City, but here in the imperial capital, she still wasn't strong enough.

Feng Wu wasn't going to take it lying down, though. She was going to rise to her feet when —

"Little Feng Wu —"

A familiar voice ran out.

It was a melodious male voice.

And Feng Wu wasn't the only one who heard it. Everyone turned in that direction.

A teenager sat on the hedge to their right, beaming at Feng Wu.