Walking out of the room, Ling Tian drew a long breath. He mysteriously felt as though his mood was a little heavy, as though his heart was being weighted down by a lofty mountain.
White robes flashed, and Li Xue smilingly appeared in front of him. "Is it done, Mister Ling who everyone loves?"
Ling Tian stared at her with a sour mood. "Ling Jian's sword is already placed on your neck, and you still have the leisure time to stroll around? Be careful that your face doesn't end up being disfigured! If your looks are destroyed, then you won't be a witch in name anymore!"
"Oh, I'm so scared! Cheh!" Li Xue stuck out her neck like a proud swan, raising her head as though in disdain, "Just based on him? Maybe if he practices for another decade or so, he might have a chance. When the time comes, we'll see how this lady beats up a sandbag then. Like you said, I'm a witch, so how can I play the part if I don't have the skills of a witch?"
