"Do you have anything stronger?" Zhou Qingran drained her cup and calmly looked at Dao Wushuang as she asked.
"Uh..."
Dao Wushuang and the blue-robed young man exchanged glances, both stunned. This woman was a bit fierce.
"Do you?" Zhou Qingran asked again.
"We do, but you should refine the energy in your body first. This wine came from an Immortal Emperor. Even with your strength, you won't be able to refine it easily," Dao Wushuang warned.
"No need." Zhou Qingran's expression remained calm. "Wine of this strength isn't enough to threaten me."
Hearing this, Dao Wushuang shook his head helplessly. "I hope you'll still think so later."
With that, he looked at the blue-robed young man. "Fellow Daoist, let's call it a day. I have pressing business, so I'll take my leave. Until we meet again."
The blue-robed young man rose. "Until we meet again, fellow Daoist. Next time, you'd better treat me to something better."
Dao Wushuang laughed heartily. "Of course."
Then he stepped away, his figure disappearing at the edge of the world.
Zhou Qingran had intended to pursue him, but a terrifying energy suddenly erupted within her, relentlessly assailing her body. Even with her formidable physique, she felt a little pain.
A moment later, her face flushed red, and she felt as if her whole body were burning.
Her aura burst out uncontrollably, and her laws escaped her body against her will. It seemed that none of her power was under her control.
The blue-robed young man glanced at Zhou Qingran, hesitated, then turned and left as well.
"Wait!"
Zhou Qingran rose at the same time, Ice Blue Long Sword appearing in her hand. "Return my disciple's treasure!"
With his back to Zhou Qingran, the blue-robed young man replied, "There's no precedent for the Black Hand