Ding Chunqiu felt his eyelid twitching.
From Zhao Mengxue's demeanor, he sensed an inexplicable resentment.
Zhao Mengxue was resenting him!
A once excellent student, how could she have become like this?
Ding Chunqiu was heartbroken; Zhao Mengxue had become completely unrecognizable, her personality becoming aloof, speaking in a sarcastic manner.
Ding Chunqiu also raised his hand slightly.
The wine glass on the table flew into his palm with a swoosh.
No wine spilled despite the speed, illustrating his profound cultivation.
Zhao Mengxue was slightly surprised. Though they were of the same level, she admitted that Ding Chunqiu was superior in battle experience and skill usage.
For experts, a single detail could determine victory or defeat.
No need to continue.
Zhao Mengxue's voice turned cold and icy, saying, "All Zhao clan members, listen to me..."
The whole scene was silent, the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
