Before anyone else could react, the two had already clashed and fought in mid-air, their confrontation bringing about violent wind and dust.
"General Qiao, if my Long Yuan were to suffer any injuries, what do you think would happen to the people gathered on both sides of the river?"
Yue Ran did not appear anxious or pleased at all. The young woman spoke in a calm and casual manner, and she even had time to admire the beautiful purple-red hue of her fingernails today.
It seemed to match the moonlight tonight very well.
"You audacious evil witch," the emperor cried out. "How dare you make a mess at the sacred Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony?!"
Yue Ran smiled lightly and placed a slender finger on her crimson, luscious lips. The corner of her mouth was slightly bent as she made a sound, soft and lingering, "Shh…"
