"Nangong Jing, my taking a fancy to you is your good fortune. How dare you fail to appreciate it?" Zhou Luo roared.
After becoming the Sect Master's disciple, Zhou Luo had gotten carried away. Many people in the sect gave him face and treated him respectfully, while even the other elders showed him courtesy. Zhou Luo had come to regard himself as standing high above everyone else.
"Hmph, I don't want this good fortune. Give it to someone else, and don't bother me again." Nangong Jing spoke coldly.
With Jiang Chen by her side, Nangong Jing was no longer afraid of offending Zhou Luo. Besides, after today, she had offended him thoroughly anyway, so it hardly mattered. If she could finally put an end to Zhou Luo's pestering, she would have welcomed it with open arms.
"Are you still not going to leave? Or do you need me to send you flying?" Jiang Chen said coldly.
Zhou Luo's expression changed when he heard Jiang Chen.
After exchanging blows with Jiang Chen just now, Zhou Luo had realized that Jiang Chen's strength far surpassed his own. Even at his peak, he had not been Jiang Chen's match, and now that he was injured, he stood even less of a chance.
In Zhou Luo's eyes, Jiang Chen's strength was unfathomable. That feeling from earlier had been terrifying.
He estimated that he would have to reach the Nether Profound Realm, Eighth Level before he could fight Jiang Chen. Even after breaking through, he might not necessarily defeat him.
"Jiang Chen, I'll remember this. Hmph." Zhou Luo spoke unwillingly, then moved extremely quickly and slipped away.
Zhou Luo was not someone who enjoyed being abused. Since he knew he was no match for Jiang Chen, he retreated first.
After Zhou Luo left, Jiang Chen