Being Weak Is Not Your Fault

Su Qian listened and couldn't help but sneer in disdain, "Being weak is not your fault, but if you're still pretending to be strong in front of me, you're courting death."

The Demon Sect was indeed powerful, but even if Luo Suiquan's master, Third Elder, really came, upon hearing her name as a poison physician, he would still have to respectfully call her "Miss".

Moreover, the person in front of her now was just a little Luo Suiquan.

Luo Suiquan was infuriated that his nose was almost crooked. He breathed out through his nostrils angrily and pointed at Su Qian's nose as he said, "You little b*tch, just you wait. I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy!"

Luo Suiquan roared and rushed toward Su Qian.

Su Qian coldly looked at Luo Suiquan's suicidal actions and raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to deliver himself to her.