"Nangong, Shui Wu, Xuan Yuan, let's combine our efforts." Ouyang Lie pumped up the others with energetic cheers, preparing to gather the spiritual power of the four to help Su Li.
Their noble trait was their unwavering commitment. Once they acknowledged someone as the leader, she was indeed their leader.
When the leader is in trouble, how can they just sit by and do nothing?
No, they forgot, they no longer had the noble symbol: the handsome hairstyle. They were no longer worthy of being called nobles.
"Get away from me." Su Li pushed away the four pesky sidekicks with swift motions.
Just as when she shaved her head, the snake whip snapped into several sections, falling to the ground.
The stench from the snake whip was overwhelming, carrying the lingering fierce aura of a beast.
"Oh no, my newly forged weapon." Ming Lan was heartbroken, her face contorting in pain.
Ouyang Lie: "How can you hold something so smelly without any psychological barriers?"
