Chu Lingjun's pretty face was frosted with cold. Although she did not respond to Ma Cheng's words, she had committed every single one of them to memory.
Yet, Ma Cheng interpreted this silence differently. To him, it seemed Chu Lingjun and the other Disciples of Martial Sect were swallowing their anger simply because they were afraid.
"Chu Lingjun, don't be a fool and throw my goodwill back in my face!"
"I'm warning you, letting you call me 'brother' is already a great kindness," Ma Cheng said angrily. "Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to crush you and leave you at my mercy! Do you understand?"
Chu Lingjun's brows knitted together, a cold glint flashing across her face.
She thrust two fingers forward, aiming directly at Ma Cheng. A piercing projection from her fingers shot straight toward him!
