Bai Ling's movements were too fast, almost in an instant he reached Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaowen.
"Kid, get lost," Bai Ling swung his palm toward Lin Chen.
A cold glint flashed through Lin Chen's eyes; this guy was far too arrogant. There was no deep hatred between the two, yet he struck with such ruthlessness.
Just as Lin Chen was about to throw a punch in retaliation, suddenly a petite figure stepped in front of him.
"Xiaowen!"
In Xiaowen's eyes, a touch of tenderness could be seen as tears slid down from the corner of her eye, "Lin Chen, I'm sorry..."
Bai Ling was a Kunlun disciple, with formidable strength. Being chosen by a Kunlun disciple would be a tremendous honor for anyone else, but for Zhao Xiaowen, it was a disaster.
That day, a woman claiming to be her biological mother appeared before her and revealed her origins.
The woman, named Mei Ling, was Zhao Xiaowen's birth mother. She had been silently watching over Xiaowen for eighteen years to avoid a vendetta.
