"Demand? What kind of demand?" Mao Nanbei asked.
Then, she hopped off Lu Xun's shoulder, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at him smugly, saying, "Don't just make one demand. Make another one."
In her view, if she didn't suppress her realm, she could send him flying with just one hand!
The further cultivators advanced, the bigger the gap between each realm became.
She was, after all, no ordinary cultivator. She was a descendant of the Great Saint. She was a whole big realm higher than Lu Xun. Even if she held back, she felt she could easily win.
Mao Nanbei was already considering the final stance she would use to defeat Lu Xun. Last time, he had spanked her bottom with his sword sheath, should she slap him back with her hand this time?
The master had already lost his patience in the corner. He had already guessed Lu Xun's intentions and went back to his house of his own accord.
