Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji paused for a moment, then spoke coolly, "Just a High Order Divine King. Pay it no mind."
One must admit, even after a month, the King B*tch remains the King B*tch.
Especially when Zhao Ji said this, with her figure tall and proud, her face as exquisite as a painting, full of aloofness, nobility, and confidence.
Paired with those eyes cold as icy springs in a deep abyss... for a brief moment, Qiu Tu truly half-believed Zhao Ji's words.
But as rationality returned, Qiu Tu quickly became clear-headed.
He looked at Zhao Ji, and then gently flattered her, saying, "Of course Sister Zhao Ji wouldn't care about a High Order Divine King."
"After all... you will sooner or later become a High Order Divine King too."
Afterward, he finally said what he truly wanted to say, "But... while a High Order Divine King may not succeed against you, it doesn't mean they can't succeed against me, or those around me."
