Incurring Hatred

Ouyang Lulu hung up the phone with a deadpan expression as she looked at Wang Hu and said, “I know you’re indeed very famous in the Xibei region since my old classmate has also heard your name. However, you’d better not think that you could get out easily after offending me today.”

The tall and burly youth said with contempt, “Pretentious.”

Ouyang Lulu no longer spoke as she folded her arms, leaned on the sofa, and watched the burly youth and those few youths indifferently. She was somewhat worried upon seeing their strength. She did not know when Tang Xiu would arrive and whether he was able to face them.

_“Cultivators should be very powerful, right?”_

Ouyang Lulu pondered inside.