Ying Li listened attentively to her speaking, gently placing his hand on the ground and rubbing it - the dried blood on it felt itchy.
Whispers filled the air around them.
They were all discussing the young girl's wealth and power.
Some also pointed out that the girl who came later didn't seem like an ordinary child.
A whooshing sound rang out.
The whip fiercely aimed straight for Lu Jingzhi's face, and as Ying Li dodged, he reminded her, "Duck!"
Lu Jingzhi heard him but didn't flinch, staring unblinkingly at the black whip.
People had already covered their eyes - fearing the beautiful girl was about to be disfigured.
Suddenly, she moved.
With a simple lift of her hand, their palms met with a crisp noise, but her expression showed no sign of pain.
The young girl tried to pull the whip back, and when she failed with one hand, she tried with both, no longer caring about her image, glaring angrily at Lu Jingzhi.
