By the time Yu Tan caught up with them, they happened to be resting at a post station, and looking at his pale face and those deeply resentful eyes, it was clear he must have suffered greatly along the way.
He glanced at Zhui Ying, who seemed to have arrived at some point and was leisurely sipping tea, his expression relaxed, while his eyes betrayed a begrudging grit of teeth.
Even having witnessed this person's skill before and having prepared himself mentally, he was still nearly worn to death by the other's deliberate display of prowess during their recent encounter.
Yu Tan was certain in his heart that the man had done it on purpose!
However, his skill at maintaining face was quite good, and knowing how to capture a woman's heart, he showed a disheartened countenance.
"It's my inferior skills that are to blame, but what a pity, I'm still one step too late to deliver these flowers into the young lady's hands myself."
