Ya Tianxing stepped forward a few steps.
He moved a little closer to Mo Shangjun.
Ding Jing stared blankly ahead, thinking that if she had the chance to go back in time, she would definitely not provoke Mo Shangjun.
Because, now, she had a very strong—ominous premonition.
Ya Tianxing stared intently at Mo Shangjun, speaking slowly: "You speak convincingly and I've seen your skills. I imagine regular training is a waste of time for you."
"Report!" Mo Shangjun shouted, then politely said, "Instructor, you flatter me!"
Ya Tianxing's expression stiffened for a moment.
Ding Jing's brow twitched severely.
Damn it, even at this moment, she has to show off her eloquence skills. Can someone shut this idiot up?!
"You'll know soon enough whether it's flattery."
Ya Tianxing wore a faint smile, yet his voice was as cold as ice shards, chilling to the bone, making people shiver.
This time, Mo Shangjun didn't banter back but silently and stubbornly stared at Ya Tianxing.
