Fearless

Even though Zhuo fanglin's strength and realm had not increased at all ever since he had advanced, his battle prowess had improved by leaps and bounds. He had sparred with a few of his fellow sect members, and all of them had won with a single move. His ego was even greater than before, and he stood in the crowd and looked left and right, feeling as if he was a crane standing among a flock of chickens. Noticing Ling Chuxi's gaze, Zhuo fanglin turned his head around and exchanged a glance with her.

It was very strange that Ling Chuxi did not see the fear in his eyes that he usually did. Instead, there was a hint of provocation.