Xiao Xiao was fuming. She had fought so hard in the competition and was very satisfied with the strength she had displayed, but Ye Qingchen hadn't seen it.
As Xiao Xiao walked down from the arena, she pouted and muttered to herself, "Hmph, he said he came to watch me compete, but he just sat there with his eyes closed, paying no attention to my battle at all. Young Master is so detestable!"
The Saint Heir, who was watching Xiao Xiao's match from the edge of the arena, overheard her words. Believing his chance had come, he approached Xiao Xiao with a smile and spoke in what he thought was a gentle tone, "Xiao Xiao, your fight just now was spectacular. However, we are all disciples from high-level sects. Don't you think it's a bit discourteous to knock someone off the stage with a single move?"
Xiao Xiao was already irate, and hearing the Saint Heir dare to criticize her only stoked her anger further. She retorted coldly, "My affairs are none of the Saint Heir's concern."
