"What?"
That light and breezy comment left Fang Xing utterly bewildered. His first reaction was that this Divine Master was being unreasonable, as if trying to take advantage of him. Such verbal losses were significant; he thought he'd have to curse her ancestors to the eighteenth generation to get even. However, he also felt a bit strange inside. Looking at the woman in black, her cold and hard face showed a hint of softness, with various complex emotions in her eyes, making him feel even stranger. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something but unsure of what to say!
"Even now, are you still going to hide from me?"
Suddenly, the soft gaze of the woman in black turned dangerously cold and murderous as she fixed her eyes on Fang Xing.
The pressure, as if from heaven and earth, made Fang Xing's hair stand on end, and he took a step back in fright.
"You coward, heartless scoundrel, how could you betray me?"
