Luo Qingtong squinted her eyes as she looked at Feng Yuan.
Little Fragrant Pig in her mind was already throwing a huge tantrum.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and accept her challenge! Crush her to death! Damn it! That so-called Heavenly Doctor Saint Hand is really talking big! Where does she get the face to say that? Does her reputation even compare to yours? Next to you, she's nothing but a fart!"
"Who gave her such confidence? To think she wants to compete with you in medical skills and alchemy technique? She doesn't even know that it was you who almost tormented her into a dog back at Prince Ning Residence!"
"No, I get angry just looking at her smug face! You have to slap her face! Quick, slap her face!"
Luo Qingtong didn't pay attention to it but instead gently patted its chubby, round body, and said to Feng Yuan, "Not interested."
As she spoke, she turned to leave.
