An Ning didn't answer. She attacked first.
The hovering White Moon Compass spun rapidly, shooting toward the four masters who were still waiting for An Ning's reply.
"What are you doing?"
"Did you steal it?"
"You scoundrel!"
"Cut the damn crap!"
An Ning roared, her temper flaring for the first time.
"What's with all this damn nonsense? Whether I know the Compass's owner or not, your intentions are painfully obvious."
"Let me tell you, this thing is in my hands, which makes it mine. Don't you dare get any funny ideas!"
An Ning unleashed her spiritual power as if it cost nothing. She had expected a tough fight, but the four of them combined were weaker than the red, bloody mist in the underground laboratory.
After recovering from her last injury, her spiritual power had grown even stronger. In this fight, she was like a fish in water.
It was only then that An Ning realized just how formidable Mr. Shou'an was.
