Feng Moxi knew they were testing her. Aside from using seventy percent of her strength just now, she held back from going all out.
That oppressive aura gave Feng Moxi a faint suspicion.
The four men of the Ouyang Family probably all practiced Cultivation—no, to be precise, all of these men practiced Cultivation.
The Four Great Families had rarely met their match, both during the Apocalypse and even before it began.
After a moment, Feng Moxi feigned defeat. She retreated three steps—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—and yielded.
Ouyang Qingcheng ran over, helped Feng Moxi up, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Feng Moxi composed herself slightly and looked toward Ouyang Lie.
Ouyang Lie nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the dim, murky sky outside and said slowly,
"Excellent. Our family has a Secret Realm. Any child of the Ouyang Family who reaches a certain level of Cultivation after coming of age may enter it to train.
To be precise, each of the Four Great Families has a Secret Realm.
