Liu Guihua threw her head back in laughter, the sound bright and bold, like summer thunder suddenly breaking through, reverberating freely across the vast grasslands, startling distant birds into flight.
She heavily slapped the sword at her waist, the scabbard clashing with her palm, emitting a dull sound, eyes filled with confidence and pride, loudly declaring, "Our association is led by my husband, what stormy waves can't we overcome? Today, didn't we force Blood Rakshasa to flee in defeat! Any reckless wretch daring to provoke us in the future will surely meet their doom, let them realize the might of our association's brothers! My husband possesses unparalleled Divine Skill, who in the Jianghu can contend with him?"
With that, a confident curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of admiration and trust for Shi Feiyang.
It was midsummer, the sun scorching, its intense rays pouring unabated onto the grassland that had just witnessed a fierce battle.
