Hearing Qu Hongling's mocking words, Ran Qingchen's breathing became rapid, and her fingers clutching the sword trembled slightly from excessive force, as a sharp cold light flickered in her eyes.
Although the scars left by the opponent last time were not serious, the humiliation they brought haunted her constantly, making them impossible to forget.
A grievance of being grabbed at the chest, cannot coexist under the same sky!
At this moment, as they met again, old hatred intertwined, making Ran Qingchen's fury erupt like a volcano.
"Since you've come today, don't even think about leaving!"
The long sword in Ran Qingchen's hand shot out with the white radiance of the sword's energy boiling like molten lava, instantly gathering into piercing streams of Sword Qi.
"Big sister sure has a big temper; I bet your husband at home doesn't like it," Qu Hongling said mockingly.
