Sensing the disturbance, Freya suddenly opened her eyes.
Before she could react, the wooden puppet that had appeared out of nowhere was swiftly and ferociously taken down by Xia Feng...
She opened her mouth, somewhat stunned.
Xia Feng stood where he was, vigilantly looking around for a while and did not find any hidden enemies. He was puzzled—did that man in the black robe really die?
He looked up at the wine-haired woman and let out a sigh of relief, "Ms. Fu, are you alright?"
Freya had also regained her composure by now, looking at her long-unseen student with some surprise.
Seeing that she did not speak, Xia Feng quickly explained, "Teacher, I am the real Xia Feng, the one before was the fake."
"I know."
Freya shook her head, the indifferent expression on her alluring face fading slightly as her beautiful eyes blinked lightly, "Why have you come?"
You knew? Xia Feng was even more puzzled, but he still explained,
