In the seating area for the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.
Sang Xiaowan gazed at her senior sister, Yu Qingyun, with great worry.
At that moment, her senior sister, Yu Qingyun, held her head high, a hint of untamable arrogance about her.
One look was all it took for Sang Xiaowan to understand that her senior sister hadn't taken her warning to heart.
At this moment, her face was a mask of concern, but inwardly, she was laughing maniacally.
'Senior Sister, you stupid woman with those big hidden weapons on your chest, how dare you ignore my words?'
'Hehehehehehe, so stupid!'
'You small-fry Senior Sister! So naive! You're underestimating him too much!'
'—Just wait until Fang Yang knocks you to the ground. Then you'll know how right I was.'
'If you've got what it takes, go ahead and beat Fang Yang. Only then can you keep lecturing me.'
