Qin Qing's gaze also turned cold.
He knew that Shangguan Feixing had no intention of killing him.
But he really disliked Shangguan Feixing's look, as well as the tone of his speech.
It was exactly like when Qin Qing first met Shangguan Xuan.
Perhaps all the scions of the grand aristocratic families in the imperial city were this arrogant?
"This lady... Is she the number one female disciple of the West Courtyard of the Great Qian Martial Institute, Jiang Ruorong?" Shangguan Feixing's gaze fell on Jiang Ruorong.
"Yes," Jiang Ruorong responded indifferently, her expression as cold as eternal ice, seemingly unwilling to give anyone a chance to get close.
