"Ah?" Ye Yinzhu then realized, he distinctly felt, a slight tremor came through the very firm "pectoral" into his hand. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Your heart is on the right?"
The black-haired girl flung Ye Yinzhu's hand away and returned to her previous position.
"So, I'm not dead. You also passed a test that you shouldn't have passed," said the black-haired girl coldly.
"Are you saying that you never intended for me to pass the test?" Ye Yinzhu asked angrily. In the final moments of his confrontation with this black-haired girl, he had suspected something was amiss. A minor test had turned into a deadly crisis. It seemed that the problem lay with the black-haired girl before him.
"You're wrong; it wasn't me who didn't want you to pass the test—it was the person who sent you here," she said indifferently.
The one who sent me here? She was talking about the Dragon King. Rage surged in Ye Yinzhu's heart, "Do not insult my ancestor."
