"Don't bother chasing her. She just can't wrap her head around it right now. Once she cools off, she'll come crawling back to find you."
Wang Yue's voice drifted from behind her. Li Yingying whipped around, only to see that Wang Yue—who moments ago was "critically injured" and unable to move—was already back on his feet. He was casually inspecting the massive hole her master's palm strike had blasted through the wall.
"Man, the Transcendence Realm is something else," Wang Yue muttered, whistling in admiration. "A wall this thick, and she just punches through it like wet paper? Even I couldn't pull that off."
"Is that really what you're worried about right now?" Li Yingying snapped, her temper finally flaring up.
She was genuinely pissed. The way Wang Yue had treated her master was way over the line. When her master had blasted him into a 'bloody pulp,' she actually felt he deserved it. She hadn't even rushed to help him, hoping it would help appease her master's rage.
