It's All Ours

"Junior Martial Sister, you can't talk too much. You can't be too ruthless when it comes to matters."

Zhao Shuning supported Shuang'er as she jumped down, standing and talking. She was tired enough.

"Shuang-er, have I spoken yet?"

"No, no. Compared to how Sect Mistress Ning called Deacon Meng a playboy on the first day of school, what you said now is too polite."

Zhao Shuning nodded thoughtfully. At the corners of her eyes, there was a smile.

She then asked, "Hm? Am I being too ruthless?"

"Sect Leader, what are you saying? Aren't we here to take back what belongs to us? Isn't that perfectly justified? Could it be that when they stole our things, not only did we not make a sound, we even applauded them and said they did a good job? "

Zhao Shuning nodded her head again as she spread out her hands with a helpless look on her face at the Broken Dragon Sect people in front of her.

"Seniors, look, I don't think I did anything wrong?"