Wei Chi Juan and Huang Xuanji were in great urgency, but looking at the cold-faced Zhong Wu ahead, they didn't dare to make a move.
The next moment, within the abode, mana surged and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth formed into a giant hand, tossing Luo Jiu Zhen out.
Slap! Slap!
The clear sound of slaps rang out.
Luo Jiu Zhen landed awkwardly, her dress and hairpins in disarray, and most crucially, there were two bright red handprints on her once beautiful face.
"You dare to hit me? You actually dare to hit me?"
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes vacant, and then her face twisted as she screamed shrilly.
"This..."
Wei Chi Juan was almost scared silly, finding it hard to believe that this was the same graceful and poised elder sister from before.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
