"Is it really you?" Ning Zheng raised her eyebrows, standing alert as she looked at the mastermind who had arrived.
Behind her, the blacksmith who had been laughing moments ago was now trembling from the powerful aura, meekly hiding behind Ning Zheng.
But after a moment of recovery, they suddenly realized how embarrassing it was to stand behind Ning Zheng, yet remained defiant:
"I'll dare you next time."
"You come hit me then?"
"I'll piss on your head!"
Ning Zheng was speechless; these people only knew how to speak like this from behind her back.
She didn't know whether to call them brave or cowardly.
But Ning Zheng had no intention of stopping them.
Both sides were mortal enemies, letting the blacksmith spill trash talk first was just normal.
Keeping a group of foolish blacksmiths is partly to have mad dogs biting people, annoying them.
"Is it really you, Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate?"
