"It’s a little b*stard from Wolf King Mountain," Mu Yingqiao said softly.
That black skinned girl called Black Fox by Freitz stood up. She stared coldly at Mu Yingqiao, "Mu Yingqiao, you better be more polite when you speak. Don’t offend this old lady."
Mu Yingqiao said in a nonchalant and carefree manner, "So what if I offend you? I, Mu Yingqiao, have been here for thousands of years. If you dare, come bite me ah."
Even though the relationships were tense, everyone in the canyon knew that they definitely couldn’t fight with one another. The spiritual energy here was sparse, it was already hard to survive. Who would be so bored to waste their energy in a meaningless battle?
"I’m truly unable to bite you. But now, hand over your Zhen Xing’s outermost piece of land." Black Fox was not angry, but she maintained her icy cold tone.
