He thought he heard wrong
A hard slap echoed in the cold night air.
Yuan Xuelan barely registered what happened but there was a stinging pain that blossomed on his cheek. He touched it in disbelief. Liu Sumeng had not held back his strength.
"Uh…" Hui Moxiang watched this scene unfold and awkwardly retracted into the shadows, feeling painfully out of place.
Liu Sumeng's eyes were bright with anger and for the first time, Yuan Xuelan cowered at the sight of them. His heart trembled and his muscles froze from numbness.
But he couldn't look away, his eyes locked with deep dark irises that swirled with emotions he could not quite understand.
"I-I…" Yuan Xuelan didn't know what to say. He couldn't even admit that he was scared. Terrified. And flinched when Liu Sumeng grabbed his shoulders.
"Get a hold of yourself!" The Ivory Sword Saint shouted so loudly that he felt specks of saliva tickle his face.
The Ivory Sword Saint was angry.
Why was he so enraged?