First to enter the fray was the younger sister, Zhan Ziqing, whose temperament wasn't as tempered with softness like that of her elder sister, Zhan Zixuan, but was instead straightforwardly fiery.
After advancing a few steps, her gaze remained scornful, "Eldest Sister-in-law, punches and kicks don't have eyes. If you get hurt, don't blame me. If you admit defeat now, you can still avoid a beating."
Ou Lan did not beat around the bush in face of such a person, "Stop the nonsense, bring it on."
Zhan Ziqing huffed coldly, lifted her foot, and, with a gust on her palm, chopped down directly towards Ou Lan.
Ou Lan stood her ground, her eyes shining brilliantly as she firmly watched Zhan Ziqing, observing her every move with meticulous care.
Although she outwardly didn't regard the sisters highly, in her heart, Ou Lan did not relax for even a second, because they truly were not to be underestimated.
