Zhou Shu grabbed Ling'er by the collar and brought her back to the stronghold of the giant spirit race.
"Master, I'm really very powerful. I'm going to fight bad people!" Ling'er cried out.
"Who do you want to fight?" Zhou Shu said angrily. "Are you ignoring my words? Do you believe that I'll take back your cultivation?"
Ling'er immediately faltered and said weakly, "Master, I won't go. Can you not take it back?"
"It depends on your performance." Zhou Shu flicked her head.
Ling'er held her forehead with an aggrieved expression.
"Master, why can't I go?" Ling'er was puzzled. She was clearly stronger than most of the warriors of the giant spirit race, and she also wanted to contribute to the giant spirit race.
"I told you. You can't go out until you defeat me," Zhou Shu said indifferently.
"That's impossible!" Ling'er shouted. "Master, you're so powerful. I'll never be able to defeat you."
