Shangguan Wanrong glanced at him, her eyebrows twisted slightly and she said indifferently: "No need, keep hold of your things and get out." She ordered curtly.
The man named Hu stiffened as he felt slightly embarrassed: "Martial Uncle Shangguan….."
"Get out! Boom!"
Her voice became colder as her palm slammed heavily on the stone table making a loud bang.
Feng Jiu, who was standing at the side, was observing the whole time. When she had lifted her hand to slam the table, the scar on her wrist was inadvertently exposed. Her eyes flashed and her expression wavered slightly.
A scar? Why was there a scar? Here in Third Sun Peak, she was Master Third Sun's very own disciple, how would she hurt herself?
Her gaze was fixed on her wrist. The injury seemed to be a new injury and it looked like it was caused by a whiplash, but also not quite like a whiplash...
