By the time Luo Mianyi realized what was happening, it was already too late to dodge; she could only grimly brace herself for the incoming strike.
"Hisss!"
A lash from the Wind Spirit Whip cut a bloody gash across her face, causing her to wince in pain.
"Madam Yue, are you toying with me here? Expecting me to stand still and let you hit me? You think I'm as foolish as you? Or maybe you should stand still and let ME try hitting you? I don't know how, so why don't you demonstrate for me?"
Lin Caisang watched Luo Mianyi with a grin, counter-questioning her.
Are you sick in the head, expecting me to stand still for a beating? It's a wonder you dare to say such things without laughing your teeth off!
So grown up, yet speaking like a child. No wonder the things you do are so terrible, acting on every whim. But this is no true child—it's a malicious person.
"You—"
Luo Mianyi was so infuriated by her words that she nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
