Young Master Luo wanted to hurt Qingyi.
He wanted to cause him pain, no matter what it took.
Before, he had targeted Qingyi simply because he was by Chen Wei's side.
But everything had changed.
Qingyi had, in fact, humiliated him in front of hundreds of other disciples, and while everyone roared with laughter, even Instructor Cangyun wore a subtle, amused smile on his aged face.
Young Master Luo hated that, his face red as a tomato.
As he looked up and saw Qingyi staring at him, as if he were an annoying fly unworthy even of a smile, the bitterness in Young Master Luo's chest intensified.
He wanted to inflict pain and despair on that face. He wanted to see him scream.
Young Master Luo's footsteps were heavy, echoing through the courtyard until he finally reached the top of the arena where the old man Cangyun stood.
Lifting his gaze, he stared at Qingyi.
The handsome young man merely shook his head, climbing onto the arena as well.
