"That… damned bastard!"
Thrown onto the street by Sun Fenglin, Su Yue's entire body throbbed with pain. Worse than her physical injuries, however, was the humiliation she felt as the surrounding rogue cultivators cast her looks of astonishment and amusement. Her face flushed with anger and shame, her humiliation turning quickly into fury.
"I'll kill him!"
The thought of losing face because of Sun Fenglin filled her with rage. Gritting her teeth, Su Yue pushed herself up, ready to leave and vent her wrath on him.
"You're not going anywhere."
Yun Yanshui stepped forward, blocking her path with a swift movement. His tone was cold as he stared at her. "You've ruined the spiritual herbs on my stall, and you think you can just leave? Not happening."
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
Glancing at the mess she'd made of his stall, Su Yue snapped back irritably.
