"So what if it is? So what if it is not?" Beiting Huang glanced at her indifferently and looked at her as if she was an idiot.
Nangong Qianxi was at a loss for words. She had heard from Xuanyuan Po that the one who had scared the saber-toothed tiger away was a holy beast. The one who had tricked her into giving away her flexible sword was definitely not a stupid magical beast that had yet to fully develop its intelligence. It was at least a holy beast. There were not so many holy beasts that were everywhere like cabbages. She was almost certain that the holy beast was Beiting Huang's.
"Hmph, how can you be so shameless? You took a fancy to my flexible sword and sent your sacred beast out to deceive me, right?" The more Nangong Qianxi thought about it, the angrier she became.
