"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Leave me with no grave to be buried in?"
Ji Ruyan stood there, her ink-black eyes as bright and vibrant as blooming spring flowers, sparkling with laughter, her expression filled with contemptuous pride, looking down on everything around her.
Looking disdainfully down upon the Fourth Elder Zhuge Zhengli, "Old witch, you shouldn't speak so carelessly. With the wind so strong, you might twist your tongue, and that wouldn't be good."
Hearing this, the Fourth Elder Zhuge Zhengli trembled with rage, pointing at Ji Ruyan's face and cursing loudly, "What an ill-bred wild girl, born with a mother but without any manners!"
"How dare you! How can you insult my mother like that?"
Without waiting for Fourth Elder Zhuge Zhengli to make a move, Ji Ruyan had already charged at her with a cold chill in her movement.
