Having said that, Wen Zhi tugged on the whip again, producing two crisp, snapping sounds, purposely frightening him, "This whip, don't be fooled by its size, it surely hurts a lot when it lashes someone."
Shang Hexing nodded, "Indeed."
"Scared now?" she asked.
"A little," he said earnestly.
Wen Zhi couldn't really tell he was scared; she guessed even if Mount Tai were collapsing in front of him, his expression would remain unchanged.
She swung the small whip, her gaze moving downward, fixing on a certain spot.
"Let's go with this spot then," a mischievous smile curled up on her lips.
Shang Hexing was completely unflustered, very calmly he spoke, "You better think this through."
Wen Zhi retorted, "Why should I be the one thinking it through?" She kindly reminded him, "Right now, you're the one in a passive position."
But Shang Hexing said, "Aren't you the one using it?"
