"You haven't won yet. Why the arrogance?"
Nangong Yao's face flushed red. She knew Zhuo Yanyun wasn't making empty threats, and if the two were to continue fighting, she would likely be the one to lose in the end.
Her confidence waning, Nangong Yao started to falter. What would she do if she really lost to Zhuo Yanyun in a month's time?
Seeing the change in Nangong Yao's expression, Zhuo Yanyun's lips slowly curled into a smile. Proud geniuses could least afford to be struck a blow. It was apparent that Nangong Yao's confidence had begun to shake. How could she compete with her from now on?
At that moment, Ye Xuan walked over and stood beside Nangong Yao, saying, "Zhuo Yanyun, you're already twenty this year, while Yaoer is only eighteen. Moreover, your cultivation is one level higher than hers. Even if you have a slight advantage, does that prove you're better than her? I doubt you were anywhere near this level when you were eighteen."
