"Who do you think he'll choose in this situation?" Yao Shi'er smiled confidently.
"I can't believe it! Old woman, you have no sense of fair play!" Hearing Yao Shi'er's words, Yan Zhantian instantly exploded. His face was full of indignation, and he was just short of attacking Yao Shi'er.
Yao Shi'er's expression turned cold, and her gentle gaze instantly became murderous. "What did you call me?"
"Cough… I was wrong." Seeing Yao Shier's sudden change in demeanor, Yan Zhantian trembled and lowered his head like a quail.
Although the battle prowess of the Archmage and the Fire God were similar on the surface, in reality, Yan Zhantian's strength was far inferior to Yao Shi'er's.
However, Yao Shi'er had a relatively mild temper. Except for when dealing with monsters, she had never displayed her strength in front of others.
