Baili An felt a stir in his heart. He had unexpectedly reached the Fourth Grade of Cultivation. He clearly sensed that the aura emanating from him was of the Third Grade. It seemed that he had some Magical Treasure to conceal his cultivation.
The young girl chuckled softly, her dimples adding charm to her face: "Using a treasure? But it seems to me that you are trying to take it by force. Did you ask him if he was willing before doing so?
Taking without asking is stealing. Even a three-year-old understands this. How is it possible that you, the Young Master of the Moon Accompanying Sect, do not know? Have your eighteen years of life been lived in vain?"
Baili An was speechless. This girl's sharp tongue was really merciless.
Zhao Baixun's face twitched, being repeatedly scolded as a dog by the girl he admired made anyone's face look a bit awkward.
After all, the first remark was a subtle jab, but the second was a straightforward confrontation.
