Withdrawing her sleeve, Feng Yueya gave her a sidelong glance, her expression a mix of a smile and a sneer, "Miss, you were the one who bumped into me first. I haven't even asked for an apology, yet you expect me to apologize to you? Do you have no shame?"
That woman's face instantly turned beet red, "You!"
Suddenly, she raised her hand, intending to slap her, but Feng Yueya quickly grabbed her wrist.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, her tone carried a hint of displeasure, "Don't push your luck!"
Throwing off Feng Yueya's hand, she tilted her chin up, a prideful smirk in her eyes, "So what if I go too far? You've messed with me today, so be prepared to die!"
Whoosh! She drew her sword from her waist, concentrating a Fourth Rank wide yellow beam of light.
Feng Yueya reflexively leaped down the stairs, landing in the inn's lobby.
At the same time, she was extremely astonished in her heart; this woman was actually a Fourth Rank Sword Master!
