Wu Jian froze. He was almost certain he had heard this woman wrong. Tempted to ask her what she meant, he opened his mouth, but then he snapped it shut just as quickly. He was unable to think up a proper response.
Who the heck is this woman?
“Oi! Did you not hear me? Are you deaf? I told you to come with me,” the woman snapped. As if she was fed up with his inability to reply, she reached out as though to grab him, but two people intercepted her before she could so much as touch him. They stood between the two and glared at the woman.
“Excuse me. I don’t know who you think you are, but do not think for one second that I will allow you to touch my Jian. Make him your plaything? Don’t make me laugh,” Wu Meiying said with a derisive scoff.
“You may be an alchemist, but that doesn’t mean y
