Her heart cold, her words colder, she put a lot of force into every word she uttered.
"Emperor Quan, I seriously doubt your intelligence and comprehension—" she began.
Dangerously narrowing his eyes, like a fox, Emperor Quan sized her up, the wickedness in the tails of his eyes stretched extremely long. By the time she spoke again, her voice had already taken on a menacing tone.
"What do you mean, Zhan Xiaoyao?"
"The meaning is simple... I'd rather die in a fall than be with you."
"You dare!"
"I'm just walking my path, what's there to be afraid of?"
Zhan Se finished speaking with a cold sneer, gave him a nonchalant glance, and turned around on the spot.
A pair of cold eyes, so dark they almost had no bounds. Emperor Quan wanted to drag that defiant young woman back by her head, but his feet were rooted to the ground, immobilized, so he could only shout at her retreating figure.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, take another step and see what happens?"
