The Floating Cloud Ship continued its voyage, three days having passed since the previous attack.
Liu Rouxin sat dejectedly at the bow, her feet kicking the air as she glared fiercely at the passing clouds, strange in shape, as if they were all Wan Tinggui.
"I'm so pissed off, so pissed off!" Even three days later, Liu Rouxin's frustration had not subsided.
When had she, Liu Rouxin, ever suffered such indignity? She was always the one to strike at others' sects, never imagining the day when someone would come knocking at her door.
Amidst her dissatisfaction, she even snatched up the orange cat Mr. Big munching on dried fish beside her, pulling it into her arms and gave its head a rough rub.
"You big… cat meow!" Mr. Big, the innocent victim, was dumbfounded, questioning why a flat-chested loli would dare to embrace him.
