An Yiqing wasn't surprised when her strength was exposed; she already knew that the Smoked Girl before her was a martial cultivator at the initial stage of the Innate Realm. The moves of those men were extraordinary; if they weren't martial cultivators, how could they kick their daggers away so effortlessly? Do they really think it was just luck?
"Why didn't you tell me you were a martial cultivator?! Made me think I was being a hero all by myself!" The Smoked Girl fumed, exasperated.
An Yiqing slightly raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with laughter, "Uh, you never asked me, so why should I tell you?"
The Smoked Girl choked, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood in frustration.
After coughing for a moment, she glared at An Yiqing irritably, "You look all quiet and innocent, but you're full of mischief! You better watch out when you're walking in the future; if you get caught by a pervert next time, without me, I'd like to see who would save you! Hmph! I'm leaving!"
