Guan Lijuan paused, her expression turning frigid. "So, you're telling me you're dead set on getting entangled with me?"
Zhang Deming nodded nonchalantly. "And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"
The five people listening to the exchange between Zhang Deming and Guan Lijuan were both surprised and bewildered. They exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison.
"Such arrogant words, fellow Daoist. Don't think for a second that just because your Cultivation is a fraction higher than mine, you're invincible and have me cornered!"
"Cultivation isn't everything in Magical Combat. You'd best be careful!" Guan Lijuan said coldly.
Zhang Deming nodded. "Are you referring to the vines currently slithering through the mud beneath my feet? Well, thank you for the warning. I noticed."
Upon hearing this, Guan Lijuan's expression froze. At that moment of stiffness, several torrents of water materialized around her as if from thin air, converging to ensnare her.
