"What did I hit? Did I hit you?" Su Yu asked innocently.
The True Man of the Purple Cloud and the others shook their heads quietly. Even if Mo Tianxuan wasn't completely mad, she surely wasn't entirely with it
Mo Tianxuan was speechless and couldn't bring herself to speak. She had indeed suffered a massive humiliation, but no one would believe her. Instead they would think that she was mad. This was the very first time she felt such frustration and distress in her whole life.
As she stared at Su Yu from a distance, Mo Tianxuan remained silent for a long time. Her murderous aura was gradually diminishing, and she was returning to her usual calm self.
Mo Tianxuan scanned the people, her voice slightly low and hoarse. "I have momentarily lost control of my emotions. I'm sorry to have seemed like a joke to all of you."
