Xuan Nu lay in bed, her mind full of tomorrow's plan to use Sun Jingping to expose Zhou Bai's identity.
But the more she thought about it, the more she got a headache. Today, Zhou Bai and the Red Heavenly Armor's performance had been astonishing, which made many of Xuan Nu's original plans seem uncertain.
Xuan Nu thought to herself, "Without sufficient evidence, the gods will not believe in Zhou Bai's distorted identity."
She snorted coldly, murmuring slowly, "If it really comes to that, I can only..."
A voice suddenly rang in her ear, "You can only what?"
Xuan Nu sharply turned her head and saw Zhou Bai standing beside her, looking at her curiously.
Xuan Nu's whole body shivered with cold, her tension multiplied upon seeing Zhou Bai. She looked at him in shock and anger and asked, "What did you just hear?"
Zhou Bai asked curiously, "If it really comes to that, I can only... I can only what?"
