Upon seeing Fang Zhou appear, the fury was evident on the beautiful and heroic face of the third sister as she prepared to rush down and pick a fight.
The eldest sister quickly stopped her: "Third sister, don't be rash!"
"Big sister, it's him who swallowed the Golden Core; killing him would allow us to retrieve it."
The third sister said anxiously and tried to bypass the eldest sister to rush downwards.
Seeing that she wouldn't be dissuaded, the eldest sister's tone grew stern: "Have the wounds on your hands stopped hurting?"
The third sister shuddered and immediately ceased her movements. Her steel bones, severed by Yan Chixia a year ago and once again by Fang Zhou's Sword Box, had almost become a psychological shadow.
Her gaze settled on the Sword Box behind Fang Zhou, a fierce light flickering in her eyes, but she refrained from charging forward.
