Saint Ruan placed one hand on his waist and casually flicked a strand of his white hair. "I'm just worried that you, a young girl, will suffer a humiliating defeat. I finally found something entertaining, and I wanted to keep you around for a few more years, but it seems like you're seeking death."
"It's not certain who's courting death, but if you're not up for it, I won't force you." Su Yingxue held her red jade soft whip, her eyes filled with disdain for Saint Ruan.
There were two expressions that Saint Ruan despised the most in his life. One was indifference.
For instance, the indifference displayed by Chu Yihan, who, despite provoking a strong desire to confront him, refrained from doing so.
The other was disdain!
Just like the look on Su Yingxue's face right now.
It reminded him of the way a woman had looked at him many years ago.
