"Just kidding! Just kidding!"
Facing Shang YaoYao's murderous look, Xu Mu quickly withdrew his hand.
"Address me as miss!"
Shang YaoYao gritted her teeth.
"Miss!"
"Hmph! I'll let you off this time. If there is a next time, see how I deal with you!"
Shang YaoYao snorted coldly, turned her head away, and ignored Xu Mu.
Despite her tough words, her heart was beating wildly.
Damn it! Why is she behaving like this? Could she be falling for him? Impossible! Impossible!
Shang YaoYao's thoughts were a jumble, and she was no longer interested in watching the match.
Elsewhere, a white-haired woman, the center of attention of the Sacrificial Sword Peak team, was expressionlessly watching the light screen above her head.
"Senior sister, do you want us to gather information on Luo Qingchen for you?"
A disciple from Sacrificial Sword Peak asked in an attempt to ingratiate himself.
