Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue Were Both Going to Die

It wasn't that Su Miaoyan was jealous, her teenage skin was nothing compared to Saint Ruan's!

This was so infuriating!

Saint Ruan touched his smooth skin with a hint of pride. "Staying youthful is just my specialty."

Su Miaoyan felt deeply envious. She knew people aged, but someone like Saint Ruan, an old man still looking so youthful at over seventy, was truly enviable. Suddenly, she wanted to seek his advice.

Saint Ruan squinted mischievously. "Little Miss, do you want to stay forever young? Come, let me show you how!"

As he spoke, he stealthily pulled out a bottle of poison from his sleeve. Su Yingxue slapped his head. "How dare you corrupt my sister? I'll beat you to death!"

"Hiss... That's it! Maintain this momentum until Chu Yihan and Qin Muyan's duel tomorrow, I guarantee that Chu Yihan will win!"

Rubbing his head, Saint Ruan raised his chin at Su Yingxue.