"Hmph, your luck is not bad," said Xie Wuji to Ling Chuxi with a snort and an unpleasant expression.
Ling Chuxi could clearly feel Xie Wuji's animosity and was further confused by it. Was this old man going through andropause or was it somehow his time of the month? She herself had never provoked him, so what was he doing putting on such an ugly look for? And it seemed to be specially targeted at her. If she were to mention it, of all the guardians and sect disciples she had seen before, regardless if they were good or bad, which one of them wasn't elegant and refined (aside from Mo Kongyuan, of course)? When had there ever been one like this tall old man here who was putting on such an ugly look with his nose pointed to the sky as though the entire world owed him a great deal of money?
