When Zhang Xiaohao reached the entrance of the Tiandu Building, he stopped.
A soft, feminine figure blocked his path.
"Taoist, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply!" the woman in the black robe said coldly.
"It's you!" Zhang Xiaohao exclaimed in surprise.
He recognized her voice instantly.
The woman in the black robe before him was the very same woman he had met at the gourmet restaurant.
At that time, although there was conflict, it wasn't a matter of life or death.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaohao had not chosen to kill her right there.
"Recognized me, have you?" the woman in the black robe sneered.
"I wondered who it could be, just a defeated underling! What, I spared your life that night, and you didn't cherish it. Are you in a hurry to die now?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Hmph! It's not certain who will kill whom!" the woman in the black robe said with a cold expression.
"A defeated underling, not worth mentioning!" Zhang Xiaohao declared arrogantly.