"Hmm..."
Ning Fan dodged the white-clothed woman's sword so swiftly that she immediately panicked, tapping her toes on the ground. Relying on superior Qinggong, she barely avoided Ning Fan's counterattack.
Standing firm, a hint of wariness finally appeared on the white-clothed woman's ice-cold face as she looked at Ning Fan, holding her sword to protect her vital areas.
"I didn't expect to encounter a Martial Cultivator here."
The white-clothed woman's voice was as cold as ice, glancing at Ning Fan with disdain, she said, "As a Martial Cultivator, not hiding away in deep mountains for cultivation, but instead causing trouble in the mundane world, blatantly attacking ordinary people, is truly a disgrace to the Martial Arts World!"
"Heh, whether I'm a disgrace to the Martial Arts World is not up to you to say."
