Nangong Liuyun’s sword-like eyebrows knotted coldy. He took a quick, annoyed glance at Su Luo. However, Su Luo shook her head at him.
The arrow was already on drawn on the bow, so she had no choice but to shoot it. Su Qing had put forth the life and death duel in front of so many people. If she didn’t accept it, from now on, her days would be an unbroken succession of public attempts to kill and assassinate her. Since they were all battles, then why shouldn’t she just set a time? Within this period of time, she should strive very hard to cultivate, right?
Nangong Liuyun coldly snorted in his heart, but very quickly, he smoothed out his eyebrows.