A moment later, the woman looked at Wen Qingye, feigning composure. She asked in a grave voice, "What's your name?"
Wen Qingye calmly looked at the people from Tang Country before him, lifted his head, and said, "Wen Qingye."
Wen Qingye?
The people from Tang Country exchanged glances, but none had ever heard the name.
The woman looked into Wen Qingye's calm eyes, the thought of retreating already forming in her mind. But she had just spoken such harsh words, and with her countrymen from Tang Country behind her, wouldn't leaving now mean fleeing in disarray? How utterly shameful that would be.
At this thought, the woman clenched her jaw and stared at Wen Qingye. "You're very strong, but we of Tang Country are not afraid of you."
After she spoke, she pinched her right index and middle fingers together. A golden light appeared between them, shimmering brightly.
WHOOSH!
