Ying Furong's eyes widened. She knew who Liu Sanniang was talking about.
Looking into Liu Sanniang's eyes, Ying Furong narrowed her eyes. "Dream on, you will never be his match."
The so-called True Buddha was just an outright joke. There was no god in this world. If there was a god, it should be that one. Liu Sanniang was not strong at all. If not for the fact that she could not be killed, she would have died long ago.
Ying Furong was indignant about the fact that she lost to Liu Sanniang.
Liu Sanniang reached out to grab her but Ying Furong dodged in fear.
After Liu Sanniang retracted her hand, she quickly reached out to touch her face. She looked at Madam Ying and Ying Xiangru and got the answer from their shocked expressions. Her face was no longer that of the real Ying Furong.
Liu Sanniang turned to look at Ying Xiangru. "Prime Minister, do you believe me now?"