Feng Jiu Immortal's whole body, ice-cold with loathing, suddenly softened at Hou Chen's words, and her pretty face abruptly blazed hot as if on fire.
"You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Who are you to call me your mentor? Your mentor is, is right here by my side!"
"Hou Chen was obviously calling you, why drag me into it, huh? Jiuxian, you are truly not playing fair."
Hou Ling'er spoke reproachfully.
Feng Jiu Immortal felt tremendously embarrassed in the moment, her heart racing chaotically.
This, in turn, somewhat eased the fierce killing intent and resentment that had previously filled Feng Jiu Immortal.
Feng Jiu Immortal wasn't a fool, regaining her senses, she suddenly understood: Hou Chen's mischief was actually helping her calm her mental state, otherwise, the previous hatred could have caused her formidable combat power to crumble.
