Ye Tianfeng clenched his fists tightly, and with a thud, kicked Mu Tingting, causing her to crash into a stone bench nearby. Fresh blood slowly trickled down from the back of her head, the pain almost twisting her features.
But the pain from the wound was far less than the agony in her heart...
"Do you really not know or are you pretending not to? I did indeed want Mu Ruyue and wished for nothing more than the death of the Ghost King, but now Mu Ruyue is the disciple of Master Wu Yu. Are you aware of the status Master Wu Yu holds within Qingyun Sect? Even my own master wouldn't dare to disobey his orders. And the Ghost King, who is the lord of the Ghost Hall, has always maintained a low profile, yet everyone knows of their immense power. Moreover, he has effortlessly slain those with fake Innate strength. How could someone like that be someone our Prince Jing Mansion could provoke?"
Mu Tingting clenched her fists tightly.
She could not accept it, truly couldn't accept it...
