"Young Master Qilin, I think we should call it quits here."
Bai Ling looked at Young Master Qilin, her tone somewhat cold. From the beginning to end, she hadn't really taken a liking to him. The big wedding had been something she was forced into. Now, she had chosen Long Yan.
"Bai Ling, you really want to leave with him?"
Yougest Master Qilin's icy gaze moved from Long Yan to Bai Ling as he spoke each word distinctly, a chill lingering in his voice. His anger was reaching a point beyond control.
"Indeed, I am leaving with him."
Bai Ling's tone was firm. Her hand tightly clutched by Long Yan indicated her determination.
"Very well, perfect!"
With each word Young Master Qilin spat out, the chill in his voice deepened. The Emperor's powerful aura pulsed with rage, distorting his face as murderous intent boiled from his furious eyes.
