"Zhao Peng, why do you look so miserable? What happened?"
Ning Jiang could see that Zhao Peng was black and blue, his body covered in injuries.
It was obvious he'd been beaten up.
"I got beaten up."
Sure enough, Zhao Peng gave a bitter smile and explained what had happened.
"So it's a matter of the heart. Zhao Peng, let me ask you one thing: does she like you back? If it's just you pining for her, that's unrequited love. But if she likes you too, then it's mutual."
Ning Jiang spoke in a slow, leisurely tone that washed away all feelings of agitation.
He had already heard about this matter.
The cause was a woman named Fang Ying, whom Zhao Peng was fond of.
Fang Ying was from the Fang Family, a minor, unranked family in Luoyang City.
The Fang Family didn't even have a single Innate Realm expert. There were at least several hundred small families like this in Luoyang City.
