"Murong Xun! You?!" Lu Youmei's face was livid with anger and chucked her wine cup at her without a thought.
Murong Xun narrowed her half-drunken eyes and twirled her finger at Lu Youmei with a smile. "Ashamed into anger! Ashamed into anger!"
"Peak Master Murong Xun." Gu Qingfeng leaped out of his chair and extended his arm, anxiously looking at the wine cup flying directly toward Murong Xun.
Murong Xun lifted her cup with a smile and carelessly flicked her sleeves. She gently touched the wine cup that reached her, and a trace of mystic energy spiraled out of her fingertip before she lightly flicked it.
The wine cup then shot back toward the incredibly displeased Lu Youmei like a flash of lightning with a ruthless strength.
Lu Youmei took a deep breath and reached out to grab the wine cup.
All of a sudden…
The entire wine cup shattered a few inches from her hand and dissolved into a rain of powder before her eyes.
