Liu Dongjun landed a few yards in front of Yang Ge, arms crossed, squinting her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes as she sized him up from head to toe... Bandage-like pieces of gauze were still plastered on her face.
She said with a grin, "The price from Ning Wangfu is right, and your sis here happens to be bored out of her mind, so I thought I'd drop by to make up the numbers. Let's get one thing straight though, sis didn't kill anyone, and even covered for that silly kid from the Ming Sect... You must be finding it hard to hold back, right? If you feel like throwing up, just do it. Even Wang Lin, who was expected to challenge the Seven Champions, died under your blade, so spitting out some blood won't be shameful!"
However, her words, seemingly tender and considerate, radiated with a malevolent smugness.
