"Hmmm… so you must be the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo Master."
Ning Qi's voice was cold enough to freeze blood. Her gaze settled on Wang Chen like a blade pressed gently against skin—testing, measuring, already imagining the cut.
"So that's how it is," she continued, lips curling faintly. "With you backing him, it finally makes sense why that good-for-nothing Lin Huang dared to be so arrogant."
The pressure around Lin Huang did not lessen in the slightest. If anything, it tightened—coiling around him like a venomous serpent, squeezing until the air itself screamed.
There was killing intent in Ning Qi's eyes now. Not concealed. Not restrained.
To her, Wang Chen's sudden appearance explained everything. This was no reckless junior acting on his own. This was a calculated humiliation, orchestrated by a hidden hand. By him.
Murong Sichen still wore his easy smile, but if one looked closely, they would have noticed the subtle twitch at the corner of his lips.
