"How absurd! I am my own master! I serve no one!" Yang Li uttered. Her face contorted hostilely. She was ready for a confrontation.
"Hehe, you are indeed fierce," Amon chuckled. "However, you are alone. You have no clan, no backer. You are indeed impressive to be able to get here by relying on your own. But one person has its limit. I'm sure you understand that as well. That's why you join this tournament, don't you? You wish to join the White Cloud sect, am I right?"
"So, what if I am?" Yang Li said, her face showing defiance.
