"…Does he think he's a god?"
Bai Yujian muttered, her voice trembling between disbelief and homicidal rage.
Hu Mei'er tilted her head innocently, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's impressive, isn't it? Not every day someone kicks the sect in the nuts like this."
Hu Jiao'er smirked wickedly. "The kid's got balls, Elder Bai. Giant, shiny ones. Core disciples are even peeking in now, wondering how long he can keep it up. We're not missing a show like this."
WHOOSH!
Before either of them could blink, Bai Yujian vanished—her figure tearing through the air in a flash of silver light, like a divine sword slicing straight toward the arena.
The twins stared at the empty space where she'd been, the air still buzzing with her lingering aura.
"…She's pissed," Hu Jiao'er muttered, crossing her arms beneath her chest.
