Ou Zhicheng felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, as if a mountain had been dropped on it.
A mix of shock and rage flared in his heart. Without a second thought, he spun around, throwing a punch as he roared:
"Who's there?"
His fist met empty air. The person who had been behind him was now, in an instant and without a sound, standing ten feet away.
He focused his eyes and saw it was a young man.
While Ou Zhicheng was still gaping in astonishment, the young man flicked his hand in disgust.
"You're covered in poison. Can't you just find a corner and die quietly?
"And don't get any on me."
Upon hearing this, the woman in white suddenly burst out laughing with a PFFT.
When Elder Nong heard her laugh, his heart sank. 'This is not good,' he thought.
He quickly looked toward his Young Miss, only to see that she had already wiped the smile from her face. Her expression was now as cold as ancient ice.
"…"
Elder Nong was rendered speechless.
