Chapter 1147 Flying Sword_1

"Boss, to be honest, Duan Jian is my mentor; it was he who sent me here to buy Jade Marrow Wine..." Song Jian sighed as he spoke.

Since the other party had already guessed it, there was no need for him to pretend otherwise. If he couldn't buy the wine, it wouldn't be Song Jian's fault.

"Hmph, I knew it was that bastard, coward, liar, scum..." A string of curses spilled out of the woman's mouth, her face full of rage. Her aura, as deep as an abyss, surged out wave after wave. Even Song Jian couldn't help but take two steps back. This nearly tangible aura made standing next to the woman feel suffocating to Song Jian.

After a long while, the woman finally stopped, having vented all her anger. She gasped for air and slammed her palm onto the counter. Suddenly, a clear palm print appeared on the hard surface of the counter, its edges smooth as if stamped with a mold.

"What are you to him?" The woman's eyes were like daggers as she glared at Song Jian.