"Zhou Shoufan, put away your Divine Skills! If I draw my entire Immortal Sword, you might not be my match."
Over there, Shang Yu spoke while his sword sheath continuously knocked away the ropes entangling him.
"Young friend Shang, you injured me, and now you want me to surrender first. Don't you think you are being a bit too overbearing?"
As Zhou Shoufan spoke, she began healing her own wounds.
Although her body was severed at the chest, such an injury meant little under the self-healing of a Nascent Soul expert. Soon, her wounds were healed completely, but unfortunately, the clothes from the chest upwards couldn't be restored immediately.
Left with no choice, her smooth, fair chest was exposed to the air, a most eye-catching sight.
"I admit that I injured Sect Master Zhou; but to be fair, Sect Master Zhou, when you attacked me, didn't you also show no mercy?"
"So, if we can't trust each other, what's left to talk about?"
While they spoke, Tian Lin was not idle.
