Feng Clan [6]

When Atlas looked over at the source of the voice, he wondered if his greatest problem in the Feng Clan would be telling its members apart.

Feng Yaohua and Feng Qingru had a uniqueness to their appearances. They also had their own auras that clearly delineated them from everyone else.

The woman who had just appeared, along with the three people around her, all looked like carbon copies of each other. It was as if they were the most basic form a phoenix could take as a human.

"Feng Jiahui, didn't anyone tell you not to butt into conversations that don't concern you? Run along, now. Otherwise, I am afraid you won't have the time to find a reason to avoid the combat circuit. We know how you are in a fight, after all."

The woman named Feng Jiahui sneered.

"You're one to talk, Yaohua. Of course, you are the first one who spread her legs the moment a man arrives in the palace."