The two sides were locked in a verbal battle, with just Cheng Yao and Fei Wenxing being as noisy as eight hundred ducks, especially since they were on the side that held reason.
Lan Xingye, however, seemed to pay no heed to Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao. He walked past the crowd towards Qu Tong and said with a sly tone, "Has anyone told you that talking about fairness with me is laughable?"
Upon hearing this, Qu Tong neither dodged nor avoided, lightly lifting the hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, her smile cold.
Xie Ci furrowed his brow in concern, stepping forward to warn, "Third Young Master Lan, what are you doing? This is an arena."
The next second, before Qu Tong's hand had dropped from her ear, she swayed to the side, the wind from her spiritual power lifting some strands of her hair.
Xie Ci, realizing what was happening, immediately stepped forward to help.
