Li Chong collapsed on the ground, his face filled with desperation. He had lost, and his defeat was more desolate than before.
Li Chong felt extremely aggrieved. He really wanted to stand up and shout at Fang Lin, "Stop picking on me!"
Thinking about the fire he had painstakingly conjured only to benefit Fang Lin sent a sharp pain through his heart. He couldn't bear his humiliation and wished he could faint right away.
Li Chong's fall had all eyes in the room turning toward him.
In that moment, even the slowest ones got what had just happened, and their gazes toward Fang Lin became peculiar.
What an awful guy!
Poor Li Chong had finally managed to perform the Internal and External Fire Alchemy Skill—only for you to snatch away his flames downright ruthlessly!
It was as if Li Chong had been over the moon about having a cheery, chubby baby son, only for you, Fang Lin, to suddenly tell him that the child was yours. How in the world was Li Chong expected to handle this shock?
