Fen Nu did not know much either. He only knew that Li Tianming had taken Lan Yun as his master, then slaughtered Huang Daoxiong and the others.
"Slaughtered them, and he still isn't dead?" The girl widened her eyes.
"Yes, Lan Yun should be protecting him."
"Well, well, he's living off a woman now. Which one is Lan Yun? Point her out to me." The girl said.
Fen Nu swept his gaze over the crowd, then finally pointed at a seductive woman in a blue dress.
The girl glanced at her, then lowered her head to look at her own chest. Instantly, she flew into a rage. "Fuck!"
"Young Mistress, calm your anger..."
"I'm not angry! But I chose him. He's mine—how can he just take some master at random? Once he finishes fighting, I'll snatch him back and take him as my disciple! I'll make him serve me!" The girl gritted her teeth.
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate? After all, he formally took a master. Besides, Young Mistress, you're only a Creation Disciple, not yet five hundred years old. You don't have the qualifications to accept disciples yet." Fen Nu gave an awkward smile.
"Get lost! He's mine anyway!"
The girl glanced toward the battlefield. At that moment, Li Tianming and Sui Shenzhao were already needle against wheat awn, locked in a razor-sharp standoff. She could not help but laugh. "If this brat can smash my arrogant little brother to pieces and slap his face swollen, I'll keep him by my side every day and disgust Sui Shenzhao to death. Let's see if he still dares swagger around in front of me all day."
"Young Mistress, you really know how to joke. Your brother merely found someone his own age to spar with. More importantly, Li Tianming entered the Creation