Ning Rongrong took a step back, looking frightened, yet her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Oh my, I really don't understand. Zhu Zhuqing awakened her martial soul at six, was ostracized by her family and bullied by her sister, and then even her fiancé ran away.
At twelve, she finally managed to escape, surviving nine deaths for a single chance at life before finding her fiancé-only to see him with a woman on each arm.
Men are lustful. I won't even bother criticizing that.
The problem is, never mind ignoring your fiancée, never mind having no ambition-you actually couldn't even be bothered with the struggle within the imperial family.
You frolicked around outside without a care whether you lived or died, and all that cultivation only got you beaten up in turn by a girl and a boy three years younger than you.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Zhu Zhuqing came looking for a way to survive, not a fiancé to wait for death with."
"If you won't bother with the imperial struggle or even try to stay alive, what gives you the right to make Zhu Zhuqing accompany you to the grave?"
Dai Mubai's face flushed crimson. She had struck right through his defenses.
He no longer cared about becoming anyone's disciple. With a roar, he charged at Ning Rongrong.
"You foul-mouthed bitch! Who the hell do you think you are? You don't know shit! Who are you to judge me?"
"If your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't teach you how to speak, I will! Martial Soul Possession!!!"
As the White Tiger martial soul possessed him, Dai Mubai's muscles swelled dramatically.
Ning Rongrong felt nothing but delight. This was exactly the reaction she had wanted from him.
Seeing Dai Mubai about to attack her, Ning Rongrong immediately shouted.
"**Zhu Zhuqing, save