Chương 961: Mu Ling is Timid VII

"You ruthless lady! You truly have no conscience! My mother is so pitiful but you are still provoking her." Mu Huan turned to look at Feng Ruqing, her eyes were blazing with fury. 

"She is pitiful? Has she lost her arm? Has she been downgraded to Spirit Warrior tier after putting in so much effort to make it to Holy Warrior tier? Whether or not she has deliberately done it, you can't deny the fact that she has harmed the old master. If we let her off just because she cries over the things that she has done, she is pardoned far too easily." The smile on Feng Ruqing's face faded.

"What else do you want?" Mu Huan gritted her teeth hard.

"Two hundred strokes of beating with a stick, demote her from a concubine to a night soil carrier. That's all for now, let me think about other punishments..."

"Feng Ruqing, watch your tongue!" Burning with rage, Mu Huan snarled.　　 

Slap!