Qi Dingtian was staring at A Su's face, suddenly his expression turned somber:
"This face... is the face of my Qi Family disciple!!"
This old man regards the Qi Family as precious as his life, and although he has many disciples, he knows them all intimately.
Upon seeing A Su today, how could he not recognize that this face belonged to one of the Qi Family's outer courtyard disciples, causing his limbs to tremble in anger:
"You, you peeled her face!?"
"That's right."
A Su touched her face and said with a smile, "Is this face good-looking?"
She turned to Yang Xiaoyun:
"But, it's still not as beautiful as this sister's... Unfortunately, she refused to give me her face."
"You wicked woman!!"
Qi Dingtian's anger was evident.
The bare-chested man had already blocked A Su's front:
"A Su, today you fear you cannot escape.
"When the fight breaks out later, prioritize preserving your life.
"If..."
