"Granny has always said that men in this world are all full of sweet talk and flattery, and I don't believe a single word that comes out of your mouths," the woman sneered, drawing her bow and arrow once again, this time aiming at Shen Luo.
Seeing this, Shen Luo felt a trace of displeasure in his heart, since he had never before encountered such an unreasonable woman.
His expression darkened, and in a flick of his wrist, the Pure Yang Flying Sword had already silently swept out of his sleeve, while a stream of azure water began to coil around him.
The woman, witnessing this, also became somewhat tense, her hand pulling the arrow went taut, and a green vortex gradually began to condense around the arrow cluster.
"Fei Xu, stop," an elderly voice called from behind just then.
The woman, upon hearing the voice, did not lower her bow and arrow but turned slightly to greet the newcomer,
"Granny, these thieves are somewhat skilled."
