"Wan Xuegui, are you insane? Why the hell would you interrupt my Enlightenment Dao? Why would you spout such vulgar, malicious crap and try to harass me? Did I dig up your ancestors' graves or something?"
Fang Qingxue was livid.
"Fang Qingxue, you—why didn't you prove you were Fang Qingxue? You made me think you were Ye Tianling in disguise! And now you're being this vicious? You think you're the one in the right?"
Wan Xuegui was utterly speechless. His excuse was, naturally, feeble and weak.
But he just couldn't bring himself to admit he was wrong.
"You—"
Fang Qingxue was seething.
"Go on, keep fighting. I'll just watch. It's getting pretty exciting."
Ye Tianling said with a sly chuckle.
He knew what had happened with just a glance.
He also happened to glance at Fang Qingxue's 'pride,' and only then did he realize his own imitation had indeed been far too large.
