This really ignited her anger, and without any hesitation she started fighting with Chen Yingjie. In the dozen or so exchanges, she didn't fall behind at all.
Sheng Ning watched their exciting fight, slumped on the ground enjoying the spectacle.
The exchange between masters was truly pleasing to the eye. Previously, Gu Yunbo had been messing around with her, with these skills she definitely couldn't last ten moves under her hand.
Her cheeks were pink and rosy, with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead sparkling in the morning sunlight.
Suddenly, she felt a strong gaze behind her, and turned sharply to see Feng Zhenzhen clad in black, with a white mask on, staring at her.
Sheng Ning stood up from the ground.
"Are you the gift my husband sent to me?" She scrutinized Feng Zhenzhen, and a suspicion formed when Living Yama mentioned it to her last night.
