They stared at each other, both afraid, neither willing to make the first move.
Yan Xiaobao stood off to the side, shocked and amazed as he looked at the precious magic items.
The two women glared at each other for a moment, then Song Junwan finally let out a cold laugh. Her smile was beautiful, but her words were as sharp as blades.
"You wear a mask all day, and it's one carved with plum blossoms. Xue Mei, you might as well carve your own butt on that mask. You're obviously so ugly you can't even show your face in public!" Everyone in the area gasped for breath. It was almost as though they were listening to a stranger, not an elder.
Yan Xiaobao's jaw dropped as he looked at Xue Mei, wondering how she would retaliate.
