To Be The Scapegoat

Ling Chuxi chuckled. "Oh, Mister Ren, how passionate you are to chase me all the way from Ding Lin Country to Nan Xia's capital and now till here." Ling Chuxi surreptitiously accumulated her Battle Qi as she stalled for time by making small talk with Ren Youran with a smile. She knew that when facing such enemies, there was only one chance to make a move and there was definitely a need to raise her cultivation to its peak to gain a sliver of a chance of survival.

"Ling Chuxi, as expected, you're still so stubborn even right before death," said Ren Youran hatefully. He had personally received lashings from Ling Chuxi's venomous tongue, and he remembered very clearly what ridicule and humiliation she had heaped onto him in the past. He definitely needed to return the favor to her. He definitely needed to rip her into shreds to vent the hatred he felt within his heart.