If Du Fan and his men had been there, this family would not have had the opportunity to escape her immediate wrath.
The pursuers watched as the two figures ascended on their swords, vanishing into the distance. Their faces contorted with hatred, but they knew further pursuit was futile. They were too swift. With a frustrated growl, they turned back, intending to report to their Patriarch. They might have escaped this time, but the next time they set foot in this city, there would be no escape!
Half a month later, in a bustling town, Song Mi'er kept glancing at Feng Jiu, a questioning look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jiu asked, her gaze fixed ahead as she continued walking at a leisurely pace.
Song Mi'er paused for a moment before speaking. "Sister, who exactly are you? The people we encountered yesterday were incredibly powerful, yet they ultimately retreated with their tails between their legs. I know you must have done something to instill such fear in them."
