"Hey, that bastard is still alive… Does that mean?" The subordinate of Fu Meng was toying with the possibility of the mask lady's death.
However, Fu Yan or anyone else wasn't having it. Especially Fu Yan and Pan Qing, since they were the ones who experienced the mask lady's wrath in real time.
"How dare you say that? My master is the strongest being… Well, at least stronger than that sick bastard!" Pan Qing argued.
"Then why is it that the sick bastard you talked about is coming here and your master is nowhere to be seen? Don't tell me! Is that old man your master?" He asked when he saw that the justiceseeker was carrying someone.
"No! Definitely not. My master is a woman! He's not an old man!" Pan Qing argued.
"I second that." Fu Yan raised her hand as she said.
"I third that. I know for a fact that she's a woman." Six claimed as well.
