Hmm, too strong; she couldn't defeat him, so she quietly retreated into the room...
After all, he was her old father from before, the psychological shadow remained, like a young girl, she chickened out.
But the Bamboo Horse Flying Sword was even more reckless than her, ignoring all these twists and turns.
It flashed directly beside Zhao Rong, rapidly spinning around him twice, blocking his steps, then abruptly stopping, aiming at his buttocks, ready to poke at any moment... However, after three breaths, the sword still didn't move, hesitating.
This exceptionally precious Class A Flying Sword on the mountain was confused.
