The dueling Wu Zhaoyan and Zhou Hu were equally drawn in, their gazes turning in unison.
"What a beautiful woman!"
In Zhou Hu's eyes, a lustful gaze emerged, captivated by Ji Qingyue and that mysterious woman: "Folks, a Martial Venerable battle is about to occur here. Leave quickly if you don't want to die."
He warned the people on the boat, not out of kindness, but because he didn't want the beauties to be affected by his fight with Wu Zhaoyan.
"Gentlemen, I've got some business!"
Wei Fan was about to stand up, but the mysterious woman rose first, walked to the bow, and looked at Zhou Hu: "Scoundrel, you likely won't live to complete this duel!"
Wei Fan squinted slightly, realizing this woman indeed had other motives, judging by her words, she was here to kill the notorious thief Zhou Hu.
"Just a little girl like you, do you know who Zhou Hu is, and yet you dare to appear before me?"
He was startled to be called out as a flower thief and then retaliated with provocation.
