"It's fine. There's no need for us to get angry with unimportant people. Even if they want my air-transportation spiritual weapon, I won't give it to them."
The corners of Lu Zijia's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and her bright eyes contained bone-chilling coldness.
"Help me tell those guys outside who like to cause trouble. The more trouble they make, the less I'll sell the air-transportation spiritual artifacts. If they behave themselves, I'll only sell the extra air-transportation spiritual weapons when I'm in a good mood."
As for when she would be in a good mood, who knew?
Didn't those people like to make a fuss? Then she could just wait until they were done!
The members of the Martial Arts Department, who thought that Lu Zijia would think of a perfect counterattack: "???" Just like that?
