Every time he thought of being slapped twice by this bumpkin right in front of him, and even being tormented to the brink of death without even realizing how the other had moved, a towering hatred would surge within him.
More than once, he had wanted to take revenge, to regain face, but he just didn't dare to do it. The bone-deep pain made him shiver from the very thought, and he could only hold back the frustration, so much so that he was nearly driven mad.
Tonight, at long last, he had rounded up a few old friends to have a meal together, planning to relax and let off some steam afterward at a venue, but he never expected to bump into such an opportunity. How could he not feel overjoyed?
"I just found out today,"
Xiao Yi replied with a nonchalant smile, candidly speaking as if he hadn't noticed the mocking smile at the corner of Li Ziming's eye.
"Bumpkin, do you even know what Jingyue Pavilion is? Is it a place for someone like you?"
