Wusha had just experienced being ignored by Medusa, who had practically dismissed her as a braggart. Oh no, the entire clan of Tage people had treated her like a joke, even calling her a stinky white-haired brat. At three hundred years old, this was a first for Wusha anywhere under the sun.
And now, Li Lanhao was telling her she was bragging too. Wusha's wounded heart was torn open all over again—it hurt, a piercing, heart-wrenching pain. The greatest pain in the world is having your sincerity ignored and your honest words treated as empty boasts. As the Blood Demon Empress, a pinnacle existence of her generation, Wusha felt her lungs were about to explode from pure rage.
Wusha was depressed to the point of despair, so furious that her chest heaved up and down with turbulent waves.
Chapter 351