Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable authority, as if her words were an inviolable command.
Wu Ji bowed his head, replying submissively, without a trace of dissatisfaction, his body slightly leaning forward, displaying extreme compliance, and softly said:
"The Saintess is absolutely right; it was my abruptness."
But when he slightly raised his head, he fiercely glared at Lin Lang and the others, as if he wanted to devour them, full of resentment and unwillingness.
Lin Lang caught Wu Ji's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled into a bright smile, a smile that carried a hint of provocation and a hint of pride, as if saying:
"What can you do to me?"
Seeing this, Wu Ji's heart burned with even more intense anger, his fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white from exertion, teeth gritted tightly, secretly vowing to find an opportunity to properly teach this impudent fellow a lesson.
...
At this moment.
