Huo Yunjiao, slight lift of his impeccably clean shoes, rested against the chin of Nangong Chang, forcefully tilting the man's face upwards.
With his eyes filled with anger and humiliation, he scanned the person before him up and down.
"Nangong Chang," the Third Master seemed to lament. "There was no need for our relationship to come to this. I blame you for choosing this path to your demise."
His icy, calm words elegantly slipped off his beautiful lips.
Nangong Chang's nervous heartbeat was extraordinarily clear in the eerily silent, mysterious atmosphere.
Just as he tried to speak, Huo Yunjiao pressed down hard with his foot.
Nangong Chang was thrown backward again, hitting his head against the wall behind him.
A dull thud resonated in the room once more.
Due to the intensity of his action, the Third Master's well-combed hair fell loose.
A few strands of hair fell onto his forehead, masking the cold, dark light in his eyes.
Outside the room.
