The Elder continued to ask, "I wonder what Miss Chuzheng has to say about this?"
"Coincidence," Chuzheng spat out two words, icy cold.
"Do you believe such a coincidence, Miss Chuzheng?" The Elder's aura became fierce, and an invisible pressure swept down.
This pressure targeted only Chuzheng and Li Tang. Chuzheng's expression didn't change, as if she didn't feel the pressure at all. Li Tang, on the other hand, was visibly uncomfortable, but he could only grit his teeth and bear it.
Chuzheng's unrippled gaze lightly turned and fell on the Elder.
Her lips parted, and she articulated clearly, "Believe. Why not believe it? A coincidence manufactured is still a coincidence."
"..."
The Elder was somewhat startled, wondering just what power this young girl possessed.
To face his pressure without any sign of feeling it.
"Wan Luo!" the Sect Master rebuked sharply.
