Di Jinxuan's old face turned red again, damn, how was she small!
She was almost twenty, not a bit young, okay!
Besides, Nangong Jin had become a top Grandmaster at the ages of fifteen or sixteen, revered as a sanctuary, whereas she was already this age and still didn't have her own definition of dance.
In comparison, she suddenly felt really mediocre.
Although she didn't say it out loud, her little face showed a few shades of unhappiness.
Nangong Jin smiled and spoke nonchalantly, "Don't be disappointed. Talent isn't something everyone has."
Hearing this, Di Jinxuan instantly felt like she was slapped by a dog, and couldn't help feeling incredulous. Darn you, was that supposed to comfort me or insult me!
Di Jinxuan couldn't help turning to give Nangong Jin a mournful stare and coughed lightly, "Speak human."
