A Witch's Rage (8)

In a small village in the mountains, Ku Jian marched towards a secluded valley and barged into a meeting held in a large hut. Those in the meeting frowned at her figure instantly.

“Do you have no manners back in your world?” a girl her age scolded.

“I am leaving!” she announced to the old woman heading the meeting.

“Jian dear, come sit. Don’t be in a hurry.” she said and Ku jain waved impatiently.

“No time.” she turned to leave.

“Insolence!” one of the girls raised her hands and the roots of the surrounding trees sprung forward to tie Ku Jian down.

Just at that moment, Ku Jian turned around and raised her hand and the spell caster felt her throat squeeze shut. He body rose into the air as Ku Jian’s hands rose ever so slowly. Her cold eyes reddened greatly. One could feel the waves of rage radiating off her.

“You filthy thing, there is a limit to my patience!” Ku Jian said.