"I don't need your help, get lost!"
This icy voice was a stark contrast to Fei Ye's previous goofy demeanor. It was as if she had become a different person.
Bai Fu rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, I know you can't maintain this state for long, so..."
"Get lost!"
The voice was still icy cold.
Bai Fu began to feel a headache coming on. "Just listen to me—"
"Get lost!"
Bai Fu: "..."
Her temper flared up after being repeatedly interrupted, thinking if even a clay Bodhisattva has a temper, how much more so a flesh-made Female Bodhisattva like herself?
Pretending to be gentle all day long, and you all think I, Bai Fu, am made entirely of water with no fire in me?
Is it just about who has a colder voice or who can shout louder? I'm not afraid of you!
I might not beat you in a fight, but when it comes to shouting, you aren't even qualified to hold my feet!
