With Zhan Xucheng's current injuries, he was definitely not Ling Chuxi's opponent. There was no need to force himself.
"Okay, remember our previous agreement. From now on, the grudges between you and Lu Weidong will be written off. If you still dare to provoke and retaliate, you may not have the luck you have today." Ling Chuxi said coldly as she kept her long sword.
An air of arrogance naturally gushed out from her body. It was different from the arrogance of ordinary descendants of aristocratic families. Instead, it was branded in the depths of her bloodline and an innate arrogance.
