Bailong An didn't seem to care about Feng's expression of pain; instead, he showed a joyous look and said excitedly, "I've heard that the White Tiger under the seat of the Saint is highly skilled in martial arts. If so, that would be really great."
Facing Feng's puzzled look, he continued, "In that case, daughter, it's time for us to take back everything that belongs to us, everything that was stolen by the literary thieves, we must reclaim it all."
"Take back... what?"
"Of course, the Throne, the Throne that belongs to you and me," Bailong An was unusually excited, "That usurper in a high position, relying on the power of the literary thieves, has severed family ties and taken the position that rightfully belongs to me. He does not deserve to be called a brother, and even less to be called a member of the Bailong Clan."
"You intend to usurp power!?"
Although Feng usually appeared a bit dazed, she knew some political basics from mingling with Luo'er and the others.
