Can't be provoked! After exchanging glances, everyone backed off.
...
Qiao Junlie didn't turn around or look at him, standing by Qiao Muyun's side. Motionless. It was certain at this point that if Qiao Muyun attacked again, he wouldn't retaliate.
The two remained silent. The air was as still as death. After a long while, one of them broke the silence.
"Don't think that because of this, I can spare you." Qiao Muyun said harshly. There was no emotion in his words.
Qiao Junlie listened, expressionless, not speaking, after a while.
"Except for Ruoxi, except for Zi Ruoxi, I won't beg for anyone's forgiveness, no one deserves that from me—" Qiao Junlie coldly retorted. Though his face was bruised and swollen, his eyes had lost their earlier sadness, replaced by a cold, icy chill. That inherent pride returned to him.
