Liu Jiayu's eyes curved beautifully as she aimed the Blood Sucking Parasol at Li Meirong. "Don't worry sister, I know how to control my weapon. I promise, it won't kill you."
After all, even if Li Meirong were to coincidentally perish, Liu Jiayu could easily justify the death as a mere accident of an overconfident apprentice disciple. Thus, she would not be blamed for harming or killing her junior sister in battle.
"What a generous lady you are." Li Meirong answered politely with a subtle smile. Her dark eyes held a subtle trace of mockery as they peered at Liu Jiayu.
Liu Jiayu tightened her grip on the parasol's petite handle, pursing her lips in irritation. She couldn't wait to wipe out that conceited look off of this trashy junior's face.
The Armament Division's Grandmaster silently watched Liu Jiayu's display from the tower, keeping his thoughts to himself. He conjured a staff and struck the floor with it, signalling for the match to start.
