Vomit On Your Face

Feng Qingtian narrowed his eyes. "As if you haven't made enough trouble."

Gu Bailu didn't know what to say. Should she not have saved such a miserable, pregnant woman?

More importantly, it was impossible to tell from the woman's face that she was a schemer; perhaps the latter's spiritual power was great enough to cover her hideous soul, like Nan Ningxin.

"What are your terms for helping me?" Gu Bailu didn't waste any time.

It was nothing but a business transaction between them.

Feng Qingtian sat in silence, as if he was considering if it was worthwhile.

"I only need you to send me back to Cloud Mirror Academy immediately."

Even Shao Di might be unable to protect her after she had infuriated the Nether Land. Feng Qingtian definitely wouldn't want to get involved.

"What can you possibly do after you return?" Feng Qingtian asked casually.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear in the storm.