Enraged by the little girl's calm disregard, Miss Si's right palm surged with a faint yellow spiritual glow. Bringing forth the full force of a peak Qi Condensation cultivator, she swung her palm aggressively toward Bing Luo Luo's face!
WHOOOSHH
Bing Luo Luo didn't panic at all. She casually tilted her head and took half a step to the left. The fierce palm strike sliced through empty air, brushing harmlessly past her ear.
While Miss Si stumbled slightly forward from the missed strike, Bing Luo Luo's mind began racing back to the afternoons she spent listening to Long Ming's lectures at the antique shop.
Hmm... what did Uncle Long say that one afternoon while he was snacking on melon seeds?
