Ji Weiwei furrowed her brows, lightly biting her silver teeth, casting a resentful gaze at Lu Chuan.
To think that she, the dignified Dark Night Queen, would be threatened by a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, hardly worth mentioning.
Such humiliation, there is none greater!
But her strength had not yet recovered, and at present, she was no match for Lu Chuan. Furthermore, for some reason, although she had desperately tried to erase those memories, the scenes from earlier continued to flood her mind, impossible to dispel.
Recalling Lu Chuan's beast-like behavior, Ji Weiwei felt an inexplicable sense of fear rise within her.
What she found hardest to accept was that she couldn't deny—apart from her fear—there was also a trace of... reluctance to let go.
This kind of thing absolutely cannot happen again!
...Not a second time!
