"This woman is really vicious. No wonder she can't get married,"
Uncle Tiger wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed with relief after Wangyue Ruoxiang had left.
The next moment, a fist seemed to stretch out of the void and struck Uncle Tiger's face, sending him crashing into the ground like a meteor.
"I hate it the most when people talk behind my back," the voice of Wangyue Ruoxiang came, causing everyone to look at each other in dismay. The woman hadn't left after all.
Tao Sword patted his chest, feeling grateful that he had spoken slowly just then and let Uncle Tiger speak first. Otherwise, he would have been the one embarrassed.
"She's indeed a petty woman," Bing Yue remarked nonchalantly, without much consideration.
But no one attacked her; it seemed that Wangyue Ruoxiang had indeed left this time.
Uncle Tiger burst out of the ground, half of his face swollen. No matter how he circulated his energy, he couldn't reduce the swelling on his face.
