"You don't belong with us. You're lucky that my husband is sentimental to weak ants," Lilith's words lashed out with the ferocity of a raging inferno, scorching the very air around them.
Her disdain dripped from every syllable, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
"Well, well, well," Lucas Frost interjected, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back against the wall, "I might have to agree with the Dark Lady on this one. She's a little underwhelming, isn't she? Perhaps that's what you see and love in women, Nero. I must admit, I didn't expect this niche taste in women from the greatest, most vicious cultivator to ever grace the realms."
Our op mc's expression remained impassive, his dark eyes flickering with hidden thoughts as he absorbed Lilith's cutting words and Lucas's mocking tone.
He knew better than to let emotions betray him, especially in the presence of such formidable friends.
