Born into royalty and working in a top-tier sect like Lihentian, she considered herself quite knowledgeable, yet she had never even heard of these people.
Zuan's face darkened: "Then find me a divine-grade weapon."
Zhao Xiaodie immediately became anxious: "There are only a handful of divine-level weapons in the world. They're either in the hands of powerful figures like the Demon Emperor or the Human Emperor. Where am I supposed to find one for you?"
Zu An sneered, "This won't work, that's not available, and you want me to choose whatever I want? Forget it, I'll just kowtow."
"You're clearly making things difficult for me!" Zhao Xiaodie was also a little annoyed. "At worst, I'll try to find you a celestial-grade weapon and some top-grade spiritual herbs. That's already a very generous offer. Don't go too far, you wouldn't dare to really kill me anyway!"
Anger points from Zhao Xiaodie: +555 +555 +555...
Although celestial-grade weapons are rare, with my father's power, I think there's still a chance to get one.
But when the time comes, my father will definitely ask me what the reason is. If I tell him, he'll skin this guy alive.
Hmph, this princess is indeed incredibly clever. I'll make that bastard kneel at my feet and repent when the time comes.
"I wouldn't dare kill you?" Zu An's expression turned cold, and the surrounding air noticeably chilled.
Zhao Xiaodie felt the hairs on her body stand on end. Although the other party did not make any movement, she could feel the breath of death.
She never expected that such a seemingly harmless person could possess such terrifying pressure.
Little did she know that Zu'an had already reached the peak of his power after killing the Demon Emperor in the secret realm and the Grandmaster in the royal court, and there was no way she could resist him.
"I was wrong..." she couldn't help but cry, "But I really can't kowtow, so why don't you whip me three hundred times?"
"Draw?" Zu'an looked at him strangely. "You wish!"
Zhao Xiaodie looked bewildered: "I meant you should beat me up so you can vent your anger."
Zuan blushed and coughed to cover his embarrassment: "I don't hit women!"
"Hit me, please, I'm begging you, just so you can vent your anger," Zhao Xiaodie pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Kneeling and kowtowing was too humiliating for her, but being hit was a completely different matter. That was because she was outmatched, and it wouldn't hurt her dignity in any way.
Zu An's expression was strange: "I've never heard of such a request in my entire life."
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