At this time, Yu Qingfeng, the Southern Border Priest, was sitting in a lavishly decorated room.
Beside him were several other men and women with extraordinary auras.
"Yu Qingfeng, weren't you boasting before that Feng Qiwu would surely not return this time? And what happened? Instead, he cut off a lock of your white hair! We trusted your strength so much before!" At this moment, a woman with a mysterious foreign charm, who wore a transparent veil, took the lead in criticizing.
She was Anata, the Western Princess. Her lush, green eyes were now glaring at Yu Qingfeng full of anger.
This assassination attempt involved fifty elite assassins that she dispatched. But all fifty came and went without returning.
The population of the Western Regions was already less than other countries, and these fifty were painstakingly trained by them.
As a result, they just ended up as offerings to Feng Qiwu.
