The fine, sunny day no longer seemed pleasant. The weather had turned stifling, and the blinding sun radiated its heat like a lash.
"I will not surrender! Do you hear me?!" Liu Jiayu managed to grit out through her clenched teeth.
"I know." The corners of Li Meirong's lips curved upwards. Her smile carried a certain degree of mischief, as though this had all been part of her plan.
While this had happened, the Armament Division's Grandmaster had silently spectated from afar. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach had sharpened to a dull ache, as if he was facing some great evil. Initially, he had hoped to see the outcome fall in his disciple's favour, as she had, albeit somewhat unscrupulously, gained the upper hand.
As he continued to observe Li Meirong and her reactions, though, the knot in his stomach tightened. The wretched girl had laid a trap for his unsuspecting disciple.
