Song Wanning's expression was terrifyingly dark.
This was the disciple *she* had taught!!!
Her wonderful disciple, who had disappointed her in every single way.
Her hand tightened on the bottle, and it took a long moment before she could suppress the viciousness rising in her heart.
"Sister, you can't go soft now. That Ye Chuxue deserves what she gets!"
The Golden Small Sword was worried Song Wanning would go soft on Ye Chuxue and choose to spare her.
It knew that if the roles were reversed, Ye Chuxue would never spare Song Wanning. She might even subject her to the abuse of many others.
"Go soft?"
Song Wanning's expression turned cold at its words.
She was simply unnerved by the method Lu Nanfeng had chosen.
In the end… Song Wanning sighed and struck out at the bubble with her palm.
...
Meanwhile, in the cave,
Lu Nanfeng was blasted back, his head spinning for a moment before his senses returned.
