Long Chen's eyes turned cold. "Tuoba Jiao, you'd better not push your luck!"
"How dare a mere Third-class Disciple like you address me by my name?" Tuoba Jiao narrowed her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain. "Are you even worthy? I *am* pushing my luck. What can you do about it?"
"Qiu Ming! What are you waiting for? Hit him!"
With a thud, Qiu Ming immediately dropped to one knee. "Second Senior Sister, please forgive me! The sect rules forbid attacking lower-ranked disciples. As a First-class Disciple, if I attack this junior brother and he or Steward Chen holds me accountable, I will surely face punishment!"
Seeing that Qiu Ming dared not make his move, Tuoba Jiao's pretty face turned livid with anger. "You useless thing! With my protection, what are you afraid of? Besides, you just need to challenge him to a life-and-death duel. After you beat him up, just make sure not to kill him!"
