Baili An also tried to vigorously shake his palm, but the palms of the two of them were stuck together tightly, as if they had been welded shut, clearly not due to an external force.
Among the three of them, it was Su Jing with both hands occupied who remained the most composed.
She scrutinized Yin Baishuang for a while, her dark brows slightly raised, her voice as indifferent as ever, "Do you wish to chop off my hand?"
Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, "No shit, or should I chop off my own hand?" Her temper was extremely foul.
Su Jing could not deny it and, surprisingly submissively and calmly, lifted her left arm and pushed it towards her, leisurely saying, "Chop, then?"
Yin Baishuang, ready to bring down her sword ferociously, was caught off guard by her decisive and straightforward manner and hesitated to strike.
Su Jing's demeanor was so calm and collected that it seemed nonchalant, her tone so light as if she were joking.
