Bai Ling calmly stared at Bai Ling's receding figure, slowly curled the corners of his lips and said, "Someone who dares to stain the noble blood of the Vermillion Bird Clan, is no sister of mine."
His words were full of coldness and ruthlessness.
Before Xuan Shui could react, Bai Ling spoke again.
"Although it's a mere suspicion of mine and might not be true, she went on just fine, didn't she? I have been quite kind to her."
With a trace of a smile on his face, Bai Ling crushed a wild flower in his hand.
Watching this, Xuan Shui shivered inexplicably.
Yadang, who'd been idly watching the drama unfold, stretched lazily and grinned sarcastically, "Nice! I like your spirit! Aim high! Overthrow Ten Thousands Beast Country and restore the past glory of your Vermillion Bird Clan!"
Having said that, Yadang suddenly chuckled as if he'd thought of something, "Oh, I remember now. The Vermillion Bird Clan only has you left. I'm afraid you won't be able to restore its glory."
