"Just kidding. Why are you shouting so loudly, girl?"
Nalan Chenfeng's voice came from the doorway, unhurried and tinged with amusement.
Ziyan looked toward the sound and saw Nalan Chenfeng strolling in from outside the courtyard. In his hand was a crystal-clear medicinal herb, still marked with a little saliva—the very one she had been about to bite.
"My herb!"
Without another word, Ziyan flashed forward and pounced.
Nalan Chenfeng stepped aside. Ziyan missed, her cheeks puffing up at once. She clenched her little fists, purple Dou Qi glowing around them.
"Give it back!"
"All right, all right. No fighting. I won't tease you anymore."
Seeing that Ziyan was about to attack, Nalan Chenfeng hastily tossed the herb back.
He wasn't worried about fighting Ziyan now. He was worried this little terror would tear down the Wind Pavilion headquarters.
"Steal my herbs again, and I'll fight you to the death!"
Ziyan caught the herb in one small hand and inspected it. Only after confirming that none of it was missing did her indignant little face begin to soft
en.
"You might not be my match anymore, girl. Think about it: if I can take an herb from your hand that easily, how hard could it be to deal with you?"
Nalan Chenfeng smiled calmly, confidence filling his dark eyes.
He had only wanted to test how effective the Nine-Turn Wind Roaming Step would be under Time Stop against someone else at the Dou Wang level.
The result pleased him. During those fifteen seconds, Ziyan had no time to react at all. He could take the herb from her hand with ease.
If he had wanted to attack her, even her formidable physical defenses would not have been enough.
This trip to the Central Plains had filled some gaps in his