Although the matriarch of his household was a bit fierce on regular days, he had always thought that she relied on her medical skills and was, fundamentally, a lady too delicate to withstand the wind.
But now...
What was he seeing? His family's matriarch was wielding the Wind Spirit Whip, swinging it just like a broadsword, with no hint of finesse at all.
"You think it's impossible?"
Sui Zimo just raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Zhe Jue.
Upon hearing this, Zhe Jue turned his head to look in the other direction, where the pitiable Jiang Li was covering his face, drenched in cold sweat.
That was because just a moment ago, Jiang Li hadn't been quick enough to retreat and had been hit by his family matriarch's Wind Spirit Whip, slashing a bloody mark across his face, scaring him to the point that he immediately fled to their palace lord's side for shelter.