Beiting Huang slowly stood up from in front of Teacher Nan Ling and turned to face the people from the Silver Moon Liberia Empire. Her back was straight, and she was like an unsheathed sword. She nodded slightly, as if she agreed with Chu Heng's words, but the words she said were enough to anger people to death. "That's right. I'm the Ninth Young Master you came to visit personally and someone you insisted on meeting. I really don't know what a piece of trash like me has to dare to trouble the King of the Northern Wings."
Hmph! If she was a good-for-nothing, what were these people in front of her? Why did they come to see her personally? Were they stupid?
There were so many people here, and they were all smart people. Naturally, they could hear the mockery in Beiting Huang's words. Chu Heng was so angry that his entire body was trembling. It was difficult for him to speak. He really didn't expect this trash to be able to poison someone to death with her mouth.
