Upon hearing Ma Ran's words, Lan Xi's forehead veins bulged, her eyes filled with rage, wishing she could immediately perish together with him.
"Huff... huff..."
After taking two deep breaths, Lan Xi barely managed to calm her emotions.
She gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Ma Ran, ready to erupt into violence at the slightest provocation, her face full of resentment and unusual agitation.
Yet Ma Ran remained calm, his gaze indifferent, not reacting defensively.
"Well?"
Ma Ran met Lan Xi's eyes fearlessly, speaking gently, "It's time to make your choice."
Lan Xi felt as if a demonic sound was pouring into her ears, her Divine Soul trembling, her thoughts impossibly chaotic, her mind a muddle.
Her tangled thoughts formed an inextricable knot.
She was conflicted.
Extremely conflicted.
In terms of sheer strength, she was not weaker than Ma Ran at all.
