Lu Mingshu slowly exhaled the breath in her chest and shook her head. "Zhouliu Sect..."
The three words were spoken quite simply, yet the tone was exceedingly complex, provoking endless speculation.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong, but upon hearing them, Martial Uncle Tang immediately grew furious.
"Are you refusing arrest?" His gaze was icy.
Lu Mingshu replied softly, "Within the boundaries of Zhouliu Sect, such an incident occurred. I should indeed go back with you to explain myself, but I refuse to be taken back to Zhouliu Sect for punishment!"
"So, what then?"
"To say I'm refusing arrest is somewhat accurate. I am willing to go with you to explain the facts, but I absolutely will not accept being captured and taken back!" As her words fell, Lu Mingshu's eyes flashed coldly. Although she had not drawn her sword, her intent to kill was palpable.