Fifth World: Migrating To Shixiong's bed

Qie Ranzhe's actions would be the perfect example of overreacting but right now he didn't seem to think so. He was a sect leader from one of the most prestigious sects that he founded himself only to be attacked by a mere disciple from his former sect.

If he knew what Zhao Zhi wanted he would have given it to him as there is no use fighting with a mad man but he wasn't even given the chance to talk it over. Instead, this disciple picked a fight with him disregarding their different cultivation ranks. This had him scratching his head in confusion.

Despite everything, it was good practice but it cost him a kiss which was too high of a price. Qie Ranzhe summoned back his Qi suppressing chain and turned to walk away.

He sincerely believed that he owed nothing to do with Zhao Zhi so he shouldn't care what happens to him. But with each step he took, he felt his heart weigh heavier and heavier making him uncomfortable.