The girl stood still, her snow-white robe fluttering in the breeze.
She was surrounded by moving vines, on which a group of men similar to guards was struggling, groaning, and even swearing. Listening to their voices, the girl gave a wicked smile.
Seeing the girl approaching her, Nangong Lan quickly pulled out her long sword. She was a sky-level advanced-rank spirit cultivator. How would she be afraid of this woman?
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you've seen, I've tolerated this woman over and over again, but she just keeps pushing me. If she thinks that she can bully me, that would be a big mistake. I'm good-natured, but it doesn't mean I will allow anyone to bully me!"
Nangong Lan said this righteously as if she were forced to protect herself.
Swish!
Just when Yun Luofeng took one more step forward, Nangong Lan attacked first. Wielding the silver sword shining with an icy glint, she hacked straight at Yun Luofeng's chest.
