Ling Zhenfei said, "Sorry, Auntie, that rope of yours is pretty good. Just so happens my house is short of a clothesline, so I took it."
The Peach Blossom Fairy, in a crazed manner, lunged at Ling Zhenfei, shouting, "Return my Immortal Binding Rope! Give it back quickly."
Her voice was hysterical; it seemed this item was extremely important to the old lady.
Her hands were full of spiritual energy, resembling claws, reaching for Ling Zhenfei.
Infused with spiritual energy, like a shrew, she clawed at Ling Zhenfei, who now was entirely conscious and certainly no longer afraid of the Peach Blossom Fairy.
The Peach Blossom Fairy was merely at the Late Stage of the Zhiyi Realm; perhaps previously her strength seemed okay, but now it was plainly insufficient.
Ling Zhenfei didn't give her a chance, sidestepping her grasp, and delivered a punch to her face.
