"Just like that?"
Ye Wudao asked, doubting that Zhong Lingxuan would have Wang Shiying relay such a cryptic message without even showing her face—it lacked any semblance of sincerity and hardly seemed like an attempt to resolve their conflict.
"Hmph! They don't even show up but send you with a message, thinking they can reconcile our conflict? Who do they take me for? If they're not sincere, tell her to get lost. You can say that it's my words." Ye Wudao's voice was frigid as he spoke.
As the sound of Ye Wudao's voice faded, he saw a girl wearing a hat stand up hurriedly from a nearby table and walk over to him, looking somewhat embarrassed.
In fact, she had arrived much earlier and had been observing Ye Wudao's demeanor from the sidelines. Upon hearing his comments, she approached him immediately. Facing this twenty-three-year-old Ascendant Realm cultivator, Zhong Lingxuan's heart was stormy and complicated.
