"Who ... Who are you?" Zhao Shize spat out a mouthful of blood and was so frightened that his face turned white. This time, he had finally seen Ling Chuxi's true cultivation. With his cultivation at the realm of great fulfilment, he actually had no power to resist Ling Chuxi's casual flying sleeve palm.
What kind of strength did she have? when did such a terrifying expert appear in the various countries?
"I'm the backer you've been talking about, Ling Chuxi," When Ling Chuxi said these words, she herself felt strange.
"You ... You're ..." Zhao Shize's expression froze. His mouth was so wide open that a goose egg could be stuffed in it. He was so shocked that he could not even speak.
He had never thought that the young lady standing in front of him would be the Ling family's backer he had mentioned.