"You're curious, aren't you?" Lang Qingyue asked coldly, taking step after step in Mo Fuchan's direction, her aura still in the process of adjusting to this sudden breakthrough. "Who I am? Why we're doing this?"
"!!!"
Sect Leader Greenflame was slow to react, and with a lightning-quick step, Lang Qingyue landed a punch directly in his gut. More blood was spewed as Mo Fuchan was sent rocketing upward.
However, without letting him get even a foot off the ground, Lang Qingyue grabbed hold of his hair. She held him in place as her deathly eyes stared into his squinted eyes, all while the wind produced from her blow fired out behind him.
"D… D-Do you have any idea who I am…!?" Mo Fuchan sputtered through gritted and bloody teeth. "You fucking BITC-..."
SLAP!
"Shut up."
Lang Qingyue's palm left a bright red mark on Sect Leader Greenflame's face, even taking out a couple of teeth.
