All it took was a little spark to set it off, and it would explode! Shao Siming was that very spark, successfully igniting their conflict.
Hmph, I'm just too smart! she thought, feeling quite proud of herself.
She waited until Ning Yuexi forcefully hung up the phone before cheekily sidling up to her. "What's wrong? It was just a tiny issue, right? Why were you two yelling so loudly?!"
Ning Yuexi stared at her for a few seconds, not wanting to deal with her at all. She turned to leave.
Just as Shao Siming was about to eagerly follow, the space behind her suddenly tore open. An ice-cold voice came through, "So... it's you stirring up trouble again? It seems you won't shed a tear until you see your own coffin!"
"Who's there?" Shao Siming yelped, startled. She spun around abruptly.
WHOOSH!
A flying sword shot out of the spatial rift. Bent into the shape of a fishhook, it precisely hooked Shao Siming and began dragging her back toward the tear in space.
