Qiuling was only a Level 1 Spiritual Master who specialized in skills related to daily tasks. Feng Liu's whip was aimed at her fair cheek!
It left a long, bloody mark on Qiuling's smooth face right away!
"Ahhh —"
The beautiful lady cried out in fear and cringed!
Granny Zhao pulled the lady into her arms and consoled her. "There, there, don't be scared…"
"Xiao Wu? Where's Xiao Wu? Sob —"
Feng Wu was the lady's ultimate emotional anchor and the person she could always turn to. Whenever something happened, Feng Wu was the first person that came to the lady's mind.
Feng Wu saw Feng Liu lash Qiuling with her whip again as soon as she entered the tent. Feng Liu was bellowing, "How dare you disrespect me?! I'll sell you to a whorehouse and you'll wish you were dead! Try to talk back to your customers there!"
The whip was about to land on Qiuling's face again.
Rage filled Feng Wu's eyes.
