“What’s he talking about?” Ningshuai stared at Potian’s tough departing figure before turning back at Feiyun with gleaming curiosity: “Your relationship with Princess Luofu?”

“We’re just friends.” Feiyun responded. Potian’s intelligence was not to be underestimated and had figured out some clues. ‘Looks like I have to kill him.’

The three free rounds didn’t happen by chance; the princess had done something in secrecy.

This all went back to last night. Because Feiyun figured out that the Beiming has been summoning forces to surround the capital, he wrote seven letters, one to the princess. Thus, she knew of his identity and they have prepared the plans for today.

For example, there were ninety-nine participants but two couldn’t come. This was Feiyun’s doing. One was assassinated...