Changfan's pale, thin lips pressed into a line. He said slowly, "I had no such intention."
Shen Lang pushed herself up with one hand, staring at him darkly for a moment before speaking. "No such intention? Wasn't it you who deliberately gave Liu Lianyi a magical treasure? And wasn't it you who forcibly stopped the match after I had already won, humiliating me? You told everyone I was at fault. I'd like to ask, Master—my *dear* Master, what exactly was my crime?"
She met Changfan's cold, placid gaze without a trace of fear, her eyes filled with a piercing, mocking smile, as if determined to wring an answer out of him.
But Changfan suddenly looked away. "It was wrong of you to injure your martial sister," he said coolly. "It was even more wrong to descend the mountain without my permission. And now, you are talking back to your master with no sign of remorse... You are just compounding your mistakes."
