Jiang Shouzhong said coldly, "Miss Xiahe, although your cultivation is higher than mine, if I really start fighting, it's hard to say who the deer will fall to! I have enough cards up my sleeve to kill you!"
Xia He's face showed no expression, motionless.
She was like a blade imbued with the profound chill of an icy abyss, frost condensing within the room.
Jiang Shouzhong finally understood why Jiang Yi insisted on Xia He staying, she was completely an ice block, impervious to soft or hard tactics.
"Do you mean to follow me to the latrine as well?"
Jiang Shouzhong frowned.
Seeing that the other maintained a cold face and did not respond, Jiang Shouzhong laughed angrily, "Fine, then follow me to the latrine, stick close."
Jiang Shouzhong walked out of the room and went to the rudimentary latrine at the corner of the courtyard.
Yet, to his surprise, the girl actually followed closely behind him, step by step.
