Han Xuhan could clearly see the mental haze in her eyes. He knelt before her fallen form, the infuriating smile of superiority still glued to his face.
"You've noticed something, haven't you, sister Mei? You've realized that the degree of familiarity I have with your fighting style goes way too far, huh?"
He admitted it! He really dared to admit it?!
Her face turned pale as the implications slowly took shape in her mind. Eyes wide, she heard him continue to speak in a lazy tone.
"Sister Mei, do you remember what drove you to scheme against me? At least, what was the motive that you claimed to have? Righteousness and a sense of justice, right?"
Han Xuhan snorted as if the two words invoked a pang of disgust in his heart. Meanwhile, her confusion only deepened.
What did that have to do with anything right now?
"You were born in a great family, Sister Mei; a family that has the status of an ancient clan, its influence rivalling flourishing kingdoms, from what I hear.
