"Miss, listen to me. You'd better step down yourself."
Qingming glanced at the swirling smoke with a nonchalant look, smiling greedily and disdainfully.
"Hmph!"
Wu Feiyan didn't speak, just snorted.
"Why not? I admit you're strong, but only for now."
"Since you met me, for the sake of your beauty, I don't want to duel with you!"
"So, if you understand what I mean, you can leave the stage yourself!"
Qingming squinted, sizing up the swirling smoke, his tone still contemptuous.
"Idiot!"
Wu Feiyan glanced at Qingming, suddenly spitting out two words.
"Hmph, can't you recognize your own face? I don't want to join you. That's my brother. I pity you. Don't be dissatisfied!"
Feeling ignored by the beautiful girl, Qingming suddenly felt his face burning hot and dry. In a flash, something sharp flickered in his eyes, and he said coldly.
