Xuanyuan Po, who had been following behind Beiting Huang, felt sorry for his commander. How powerful was his commander? To think that he would one day give in to others. For a moment, Xuanyuan Po looked at Beiting Qing with less hostility and more admiration.
What a joke. Someone who could convince the leader of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group with his words was even better than a god, even if he was not at the Divine Realm!
"Hmph!" Beiting Qing glanced at her. "You're still too inexperienced to compete with me. I raised your father and you two brothers. I don't expect repay you for raising me at all. Do you think you can deny me just because you want to?"
"Hahaha!"
A hearty laugh came from the pine forest. The voice was especially familiar. Beiting Huang was so angry that her liver hurt. Hearing this voice, a sense of familiarity surged in her heart, making her feel much better.
