"I am very calm, it's you who are not calm enough." Xiu Yuan said coldly, "You've already lost your bearings."
Yan Tu stopped, took a deep breath, and with a stroke of his fingers, actually tore off a corner of his sturdy skirt armor.
Clang!
It smashed onto the ground, making a clanging metal sound.
"Since you never trusted me, we might as well end this friendship!"
Xiu Yuan looked at his especially heavy back and couldn't help shaking his head, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "Your Majesty says you are meticulous in your coarseness, but you're more than just that. You are like 'a tower of iron on the outside, carving all beings like cattle and horses on the inside.' Even at this moment, seeing your performance, I actually doubted myself for an instant. Yan Tu, if it weren't for the prince's reminder, I really wouldn't have noticed. I, Xiu Yuan, am indeed more than one step behind you!"
