Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“You just said that if I win, you’d kneel, lick my shoes, call me ‘Grand-aunt,’ run three rounds around City North Street, then eat the battle arena. It’s time to fulfill your promise.”

Feng Tianlan’s words resounded like deafening thunder, waking everyone who was still stunned from Si Mobai’s crushing pressure. They all looked up at her, forgetting how they should react at that moment.

“She was serious?”

“Wait, we said that just for fun! Why is she so serious?”

“That’s right. How petty and rude. Feng Tianlan seriously expects us to do the impossible just because we uttered a few sentences?”

“No wonder the Third Prince will hate her. She’s not kind at all; the person who said that she’d run around naked was a woman.”

“No wonder the people of the South Winds Nation don’t like her. It was obviously a joke, but she wants us to do these things for real. How disgusting.”

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Hearing that Feng Tianlan wanted them to honor the promises they’d made while boasting, the crowd was stirred. They’d never thought that Feng Tianlan could win and had only chipped in to join the fun. They hadn’t anticipated that she’d be so insolent as to demand that they actually do what they’d said. This was extremely off-putting, but not unexpected. People never know how much it hurts until they’re the ones stabbed by needles.

To them, their words were just empty promises which they’d spouted to join the fun. To Feng Tianlan, they were wave after wave of insults, insults that most people in the South Winds Nation were used to throwing at the good-for-nothing First Miss. She would never let those ignorant, ill intentions slide easily. She was not Buddha; why should she be magnanimous and kind to them? Kind people were often bullied. She had zero intention of becoming a foolish, sanctimonious saint!