Su Luo indifferently smiled, her expression calm as ever: “Senior’s praise is too much.”
But Elder Beichen merely continued to stroke his white beard, smilingly shaking his head.
This girl clearly knew that the person who saved Su Qing had outstanding martial arts and that even if Su Qing became a wanted person in the entire continent, it wouldn’t really have any meaning. That was why she pardoned the opposition and also showed off her own benevolence and righteousness. This was killing two birds with one stone.
This girl’s age might seem young, but she had wisdom, courage, insight and drive. She knew to conceal her strength and bid for time, and also the time to show off; she was quite good. If Little Shadow also had this kind of good fortune in the future, then that would truly be the Beichen family’s blessing.
Recalling Beichen Ying’s frivolous, loose and casual appearance, Elder Beichen worriedly breathed out a sigh.
After the three elders left the stage, the masses of spectators were also asked to leave.
Just when Su Luo wished to walk forward, all of a sudden, a few extra black shadows appeared in front of her, directly blocking her exit.
Su Luo looked at these people before her, her eyes narrowing slightly. She remained calm and collected.
“You dare to injure Qing’er, I, Lin Zixuan, will definitely not let you get away with it! Su Luo! Right now, I challenge you to a duel! Will you accept or not?!”
Lin Zixuan, Su Qing’s number one admirer, has been secretly in love with her for a long time.
When he saw Su Qing’s appearance being ruined in front of his own eyes, her leg damaged, that kind of bone-piercing heartache, others simply could not understand. Therefore, he wanted to take Su Qing’s place to find Su Luo for revenge!
“Purple Sunflower Sect?” Su Luo calmly and collectedly shot him a glance. These few people were Su Qing’s seniors and fellow disciples? Coming to find her to carry out their revenge?
“The thirteenth generation disciple of the Purple Sunflower Sect, Lin Zixian, formally challenges you, Su Luo, to a duel, a life-and-death agreement, do you dare to accept it or not!” Lin Zixian’s eyes had a menacing and ominous glint.