"A defeated opponent has no right to understand." The youth stood with his hands behind his back, his tone arrogant and defiant.
Yet, no one scoffed at his pride anymore. Instead, they admired and respected him even more. Only absolute power was worthy of such arrogance.
The youth was exultant, vigorous and spirited.
Zhao Zhen slapped the railing, laughing heartily, "Good. Very good."
She suddenly turned her head, looking at Ming Jing who was calmly sipping her tea. Dressed in brilliant white, she exuded grace and charm. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she observed the triumphant youth below.
"Did you know all along?" Zhao Zhen was increasingly convinced that there was more to Ming Jing's relationship with Xi Yu, considering her intimate knowledge about the history of Liehuo Hall.
It probably wasn't just a simple romantic relationship.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, "You're pretending to be ignorant."