Yun Li rolled her eyes dramatically at Wen Fuying's words. Was she really playing the helpless innocent flower routine out here?
"Well, well, Miss Wen. As a cultivator, I refuse to believe you lack the basic discernment to check a Mystic Beast's vital status. Marching straight out from behind a tree and thrusting in that final sword right in front of a Blood Fiend Bear—anyone with eyes would know you were trying to help. Anyone without them would think you had absolutely no shame, swooping in to steal a Mystic Beast that others had worked their fingers to the bone to beat down to its very last breath."
To say Wen Fuying was not angry at Yun Li's words would be a lie. Never in her life had anyone spoken to her like that in public. But with Beigong Ying watching, she had to endure it. She could not let Beigong Ying think of her as an arrogant and spoiled Eldest Miss.
Chapter 59