Dongfang Wu had been thinking about a lot.
Her mother's instructions when she left home.
Xie Tian's effortlessly calm, explosively handsome counterattack when the enemies from Wenqing Hall and Wuliang Pavilion came to strike.
And the opinions of the people at her side right now.
In the end, she understood one thing—
"Whether he's completely useless, you only need to look at your battle with Liao…" After thinking back a bit, Dongfang Wu finally remembered the name the maid had mentioned earlier, "your battle with Liao Sun."
Just as this thought had barely surfaced, a trace of a smile flashed through Old Fu's eyes. He waved his hand, and the image of a lofty peak, tens of thousands of miles away, appeared before them.
"Let my lady see this person clearly…"
As he lowered his hand, Old Fu secretly sighed, and in the midst of his sighing, couldn't help but chuckle.
