Grandma Cui, with several of her confidants in tow, was passing by Qingfeng Mountain when she unexpectedly encountered Shen Qiu Yang.
Under the broad daylight, was she seeing a ghost?
Initially, Grandma Cui got quite a scare, but once she confirmed that Shen Qiu Yang was not a ghost but a person, she grew viciously bold and decided it was do or die time! Otherwise, if this person returned to the Shen Family, her own fate would likely be grim.
"Attack!"
Grandma Cui waved her arm grandly, and her confidants immediately drew daggers and charged at Shen Qiu Yang.
Shen Qiu Yang refused to sit still and await death, but unfortunately, she had been cultured from a young age. Apart from her family's ancestral arts, at most she could dance with a brush and play with ink. She was fond of the refined elegance of scholars, finding the physicality of punches and kicks crude. Therefore, after only a few exchanges, she fell into a disadvantage.
