Fang Wushen wanted to follow, but was stopped by Lu Wang.
Lu Wang's gaze was even more unfeeling than that of his Demon Lord master.
"Stay put," he said coldly, as if warning.
A ruo felt it was inconvenient to follow as well, so had to stand beside Lu Wang.
"Lu Wang, turns out you know that Marquis or something?" A ruo asked curiously.
Lu Wang watched Fang Wushen turn and walk to a nearby spot to wait.
He then looked at A ruo with some guilty conscience in his eyes: "Um... sort of."
"He's the one I told you about, the rather special, exceptionally skilled young man. I'm temporarily undercover by his side as a guard to observe his uniqueness."
A ruo came to a sudden realization: "So it's him."
She turned back and looked Feng Fuce up and down.
Lastly, A ruo thought to herself.
His aura is indeed impressive, but really not as good as Your Majesty's husband.
Bai Zhi'er stood in front of Feng Fuce, taking a bite of a sweet persimmon cake.
