And what exactly did the Liushan Division's hidden lantern have up his sleeve?
A matchlock gun?
Zhou Wei shook his head with a smile, mocking his own worries—for even if Li Guanshi didn't choose him, he certainly wouldn't pick such a bumpkin.
Princess Zhou Xiyue's expression, however, suddenly turned gloomy, and her eyes blazed with intense hatred and murderous intent.
The princess, who had been insulted that night, hadn't dared to complain to her father, especially after the attack of the Demon Venerable, and thus had kept her lips sealed.
But to let the matter rest was naturally impossible for her.
Originally, Zhou Xiyue planned to wait a few more days for the situation to settle down, then look for an opportunity to settle the score with Jiang Shouzhong, but to her surprise, he had come to her doorstep today. How could the princess, who always sought to return slights and vent her anger, forbear?
