"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Qi Heng clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a look of undisguised amusement in his eyes.
"Wei, you really don't know how to appreciate a kind gesture. I was merely trying to remind you to face reality. How did I become the villain here?"
Wei Jing's face was grim, his gaze fixed on Qi Heng like a bolt of cold lightning. The aura around him surged faintly, as if he were about to draw his sword at any moment.
To suffer such a great humiliation today, and for it to be witnessed by his sworn rival, not only stung his heart but was also a sharp thorn driven deep into his pride.
But Qi Heng was completely unbothered; deep down, he was overjoyed.
Seeing Wei Jing in such a miserable state was more satisfying than a breakthrough in his own Cultivation.
With that said, Qi Heng ignored the simmering Wei Jing and straightened his robes. A gentle, refined smile returned to his face as he walked over to Nie Lingxi.
