Bo Lifen Hated Herself
Bo Lifen hated this moment.
If she used to be annoyed and upset with some ordinary but no good people coming around and expecting that a tea sommelier was a secret code for a comfort woman or a prostitute—this was worse.
In the face of a cultivator like Senior Longwei and whose motivation was going against hers, she was weak.
Incredibly weak.
She didn't want to repeat to herself about how feeble and incomparable she was right now but it was the truth.
Even if the neutrality of Heavenly Jade Pavilion were to be lifted now by herself and she summoned her sword from her inventory ring—blood like vermillion flowers would pour out of the entire building and the scent of iron would overcome the streets.
The image of not only Bo Lifen herself but those of her employees in this very room, choking and frothing in the mouth as deep purple poison filled their veins was a sight that she did not want to see.
Bo Lifen bit down on her lip.