The other party was not simple!
Shu Zhihua was holding a wine gourd with the stopper opened. It could be seen that her face was still a little red.
She sized up the white-haired old man.
She muttered to herself, "Such an old Golden Core cultivator should be at least a thousand years old, right?"
Then, she raised her head and took a sip of the spirit wine. She grinned, revealing a row of white pearly white teeth. "Old man, you are about to step half a foot into the coffin. Why are you still involved in this kind of thing?"
She repeated what she had said earlier. "I already said, give me some face! Don't make things difficult for the Princess and Little Friend."
The white-haired old man frowned. He felt that this woman was very strange. Moreover, the other party's words were also very impolite. Her words were full of provocation.
Anger rose in his heart.
