The loose-lipped Zhao Changhe clamped shut his mouth, turning his head to silently watch the snowy scenery around them.
Ye Jiuyou glanced at him askew: "Is it beautiful?"
Zhao Changhe simply kept silent.
Ye Jiuyou grabbed his collar fiercely and said, "Speak up, aren't you usually eloquent and talkative? Cat got your tongue?"
Zhao Changhe folded his hands, turned his head, and said, "Just a guess, only a guess."
"A guess? This epoch didn't even breed any dark creatures, you've never seen them, what the hell are you guessing!" Ye Jiuyou's Qi force burst from her hand, delivering a heavy blow to Zhao Changhe's chest.
Zhao Changhe, knowing he was at fault, didn't dodge and took the hit solidly.
Even though Ye Jiuyou hadn't used her true strength, the gap in hard power was there, and Zhao Changhe was still struck so that blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he let out a muffled groan, yet he still said nothing.
Ye Jiuyou asked, "Why not resist?"
