Seeing Ye Qing's stance, Fire Butterfly let out a cold laugh and said, "Bajiquan, I haven't seen it in years. No wonder Huangfu Ziyu came to Shenchuan City personally to meet you. It seems you haven't disappointed her, giving you such a big opportunity."
Ye Qing slightly furrowed his brows and asked, "What do you mean?"
Fire Butterfly sneered and slowly extended her hands. Although Fire Butterfly's beauty was not comparable to Huangfu Ziyu's, she was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. However, her hands were anything but delicate; they were covered with calluses, even rougher than those of a man who practiced martial arts year-round.
"To withstand ten moves from me, then he will be yours!" Fire Butterfly said coldly, as if she was talking about something very simple.
