In the wilderness, the woman showed no sign of tension or seriousness despite the looming battle.
Instead, she looked at Lu Chuan with a teasing gaze.
"In terms of seniority, you should call me 'sister.' What? Unwilling to acknowledge it?"
"Nonsense seniority, you are nothing but a dog of Lu Fusheng, and you think you can talk to me like that!"
A flicker of displeasure crossed the woman's eyes, "Heh, you're quite bold. Lu Fusheng's strength is beyond your imagination. If he wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as lifting a finger."
"Then let him come!"
"He's currently occupied, otherwise killing you would be as simple as slaughtering a chicken."
"Lu Chuan, if you make me happy today, I'll let you off for now. Having a handsome and strong younger brother pleases me."
"But if you remain obstinate, I'm going to have to kill you!"
She spoke with grave seriousness.
"Dream on. Sooner or later, Lu Fusheng will be a ghost under my sword, and you're just one of them!"
