Feng Ze now completely believed that the woman who had cured him and then snatched his stone away was a "man disguised as a woman" master sent by the empire. The more he thought about it, the more he gritted his teeth.

But Feng Ze was really curious about where the Empire had found these experts, or what advanced machines they had invented. And what level of technology had they reached ten years later?

Liu Qingqing was a little surprised when she saw her master's expression suddenly become hateful. She had never seen her master like this before. Who could make such an iron-faced devil angry like this?

At this time, Liu Qingqing had long forgotten about the incident of her stealing Fengze's stone. After all, she later looked at the stone but found nothing. The style was not as beautiful as the stone flower. After finding no use for it, Liu Qingqing threw it aside.

Although she felt the extraordinary nature of the stone, it did not prevent her from letting it gather dust in the corner after she could no longer find its value.

Unlike Feng Ze, who has been thinking about it for so many years, now Feng Ze is actually not sure what he is thinking about.

Was it the accidental loss of the magical stone? Was it his inability to see the depth of the empire? Or was it the mysterious "woman" who caused his first Waterloo?

Anyway, Feng Ze remembered this incident for ten years, and the details did not become blurred because of such a long time, but became clearer. Feng Ze could even remember the curve of the woman's mouth when she threw the flying needle at him.

Don't let him catch her, otherwise... haha!

Liu Qingqing couldn't help but sigh inwardly as she looked at Feng Ze, whose face was getting increasingly grumpy.

Sure enough, none of her masters were normal.