Wen Xin looked towards Fan Tu. From the latter's expression, she knew it would be impossible for him to kneel down.
During her stay there, she had come to know these mountain people better.
They weren't crazy and bloody people as the rumors said, but they were firm and stubborn.
"Liu Yongliang, are you sure you want to go that far?!"
Wen Xin stood in front of Fan Tu and the other Jiangs, staring at Liu Yongliang.
"How about this, princess? If you can take one palm attack from me, I'll let them go. How does that sound?" said Liu Yongliang.
"Oh?"
Wen Xin was surprised. He had said it in a very casual way, but she could feel the coldness hidden in his small eyes.
The crowd looked at each other, expecting her answer.
Liu Yongliang was in the peak of the late stage. Wen Xin was in the beginning of the late stage. They had a huge gap between them, but it was still possible for her to take a palm attack from him.
"Okay."