"Right, just with me, a poor boy from the backwoods."
"..." Zhang Xiaobei's sudden display of strength left Tang Xiaowei stunned, for it was a strength she had never encountered in all her life.
Domineering, aggressive, disdainful of everything...
"Forget it, your courage is commendable, but you simply cannot fight Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo is so powerful that you can't even imagine. In his eyes, not to mention you, even the Tang family is but an ant in this world."
As Tang Xiaowei said this, it seemed as though she was mocking Zhang Xiaobei, yet at the same time, mocking herself.
"How do you know if you don't try?"
"Zhang Xiaobei, don't you think you're overestimating yourself?" Tang Xiaowei took a deep breath of fresh air, "Alright, my mind is made up. If possible, take me on one last journey."
Tang Xiaowei closed her eyes gently, leaning back in her seat, no longer speaking. Crystal tears stealthily slid down her cheeks.
