"Jing Sister?" Su Jing, hearing such an address for the first time, coldly glanced sideways at Li Jiujiu.
When it came to being the best at seeking one's own death, Li Jiujiu was undoubtedly peerless.
Truly, she avoided mentioning fortunes and focused on bringing up topics that were equivalent to courting death.
Even Fang Geyu knew that Su Jing's rabbit mask, treasured for two hundred years, never left her side and was never seen chipped or cracked.
Madam Li went down the mountains to offer support but ended up accidentally ruining someone's mask. Now, she's bringing up old matters and teasing her about it without knowing whether she's alive or dead.
She truly is the number one female warrior of Tianyao.
Fang Geyu held his forehead, unable to bear looking, simply unable to find a way to tell Li Jiujiu that the current Su Jing was not someone to be trifled with.
Li Jiujiu, completely oblivious, only felt a chill rising along her spine, frighteningly cold and unnerving.
