"I didn't say that. I just want to know where Ning Xuan is now. You all know the person at Second Legion Headquarters isn't Ning Xuan, so why are you deliberately hiding it from me?" Yun Han was in great pain. He didn't know if this was Yu Mingche and the others' way of isolating him, or if this was what Ning Xuan herself wanted.
He desperately wanted to see Ning Xuan, to find her and ask her to her face what he had done wrong. 'She can punish me however she wants, but... she can't just discard me like this, without any explanation, can she?'
"Kneel down." Yu Mingche coldly spat out two words.
"What did you say?" Yun Han frowned, suspecting he had misheard. Although he was subservient in front of Ning Xuan, that didn't mean anyone else could humiliate him as they pleased.
"Then what is this?" A vine whip appeared in Yu Mingche's hand—its handle pure black, its body a twisting braid of black and red.
