Soup trickled down from Wei Wuji's body, the veins on his clenched fists bulged out, and his little mustache with a leaf hanging from it trembled intermittently due to the twitching of the veins on his forehead.
All of this represented that Wei Wuji had reached the extreme point of anger.
The misjudgment had made the already arrogant man feel humiliated, and being carelessly doused in a soup, coupled with the mockery from the young woman Luluo, made Wei Wuji's gaze suddenly become exceptionally sinister.
The sinister gaze first swept past Ye Zhen and then lingered on Luluo.
"This lady must be the heroine Luluo from the Qingluo Sect, right? I, Wei, am not very skilled, but I would like to witness the lady's exquisite moves!"
With a grin that exposed his big, shiny teeth flashing a cold light, Wei Wuji's ashen face suddenly faded away, as if nothing had happened, he issued a challenge to Luluo.
