"Teacher, why don't you just kill that kid and return our National Protection Bureau's golden card to him?"
"You must know, in the hundred years since our National Protection Bureau was established, only fifty golden cards have been issued, and only about ten are in use now. Why him?"
Vermilion Bird was extremely agitated.
The look in her eyes wished she could eat Zhang Xiaoshan's flesh to feel better.
Indeed, women hold grudges the longest.
Thunder Master spoke to educate.
"Why? Because he could easily kill you, yet he held back."
"What?"
"I clearly fought him for a long time, I, you mean he held back?"
Vermilion Bird found it hard to believe.
Thunder Master revealed the truth.
"Of course."
"What do you think his cultivation is, and what level is that flying sword?"
Vermilion Bird replied without hesitation.
