Zhao Fu had come here only to take the Yin-Yang Spirit Pearl before leaving. Never mind that she was the sect master's daughter's disciple—even if she were the sect master's disciple, it would make no difference. Zhao Fu was not the least bit afraid.
The surrounding crowd drew sharp breaths. He was not even afraid of the sect master's daughter—he was simply lawless and unrestrained. Who had given him such courage? If he dared offend the sect master's daughter, perhaps not even a great power could protect him.
The woman in white had not expected this either. The man before her was not even afraid of the sect master's daughter, and now she did not know what to say. A trace of fear rose in her heart as well.
Zhao Fu chuckled and said, "Now then, how do you think I should deal with you two?"
The woman in the red dress said, "I don't know when I offended you. I can apologize to you now; please spare me this once."
Zhao Fu looked at her with a smile. "Do you think an apology is useful?"
The red-dressed woman's expression turned ugly as she said, "Then what do you want from me? I don't want to become anyone's maid unless you can prove that you are even more outstanding than those direct disciples."
Before Zhao Fu's overwhelming power, the red-dressed woman had no choice. If Zhao Fu truly was more outstanding than the Yin-Yang Spirit Sect's direct disciples, becoming his maid would bring many benefits, which made her feel somewhat better.
Of course, what she wanted most right now was for someone to teach this arrogant, overbearing fellow a lesson.
Zhao Fu smiled. "That won't be a problem. I'll prove it later!" Then he turned to the woman in white.