"I can't be bothered to explain why," Qing Yuanfeng replied lazily.
"I know. You must be jealous!" Yong Xingdian huffed. "Wuji, don't you think Qing Liu is jealous? The younger generation of their Qing King's family has no one outstanding."
"You're mistaken about that," Feng Wuji said softly. "Yichan is excellent. She's not the least bit weaker than the heir from your family's Inheritance Sect."
"Qing Yichan?"
Hearing this, Yong Xingdian took another look at Qing Yichan and raised an eyebrow. "Approaching the Melting Furnace? In that case, she's indeed quite capab—"
"Yong Xingdian!!"
A furious roar, laced with hatred, suddenly rang out.
SWOOSH!
The sound of something tearing through the air ripped forth like shredding silk.
CHIII~
It was as if space itself was split in two. The moment the voice sounded, the attacker was already above Yong Xingdian's head.
BAM!!
Without even glancing at his assailant, Yong Xingdian simply raised a hand and threw a punch upward.
BOOM!
