Minimalism
Editor: Henyee Translations
After all, even Master Rong Yang hadn't been able to solve the problem, so how could an ignorant girl make any difference? She had to be bluffing!
That was what Zuo Qingyu thought as well.
However, she didn't look so sure after recalling all of Feng Wu's achievements so far. She stared at Feng Wu without saying another word.
Feng Wu smiled back at her without flinching.
"Miss, it won't cost you anything even if you lose…" Ruyi, Zuo Qingyu's chambermaid, whispered in her ear.
Zuo Qingyu saw the light. "That's right. If it won't cost me anything, why should I say no?"
"Alright!" Zuo Qingyu smirked and took the bet.
Feng Wu's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes flickered for a split second.
Her Fallen Star Sword was going to be a done deal.
The Rong manor was a very organized place. After clearing out the irrelevant people, the old steward led some servants into the well to clean the refinery room.