Ye Lingyue sighed in relief when she saw Feng Xun.
A pair of pitch-black eyes filled with discontent. If eyes could speak, Ye Lingyue would have definitely roared in anger.
"Dead Feng Xun, hurry up and take this woman away. Whoever provoked her should take responsibility."
Feng Xun, picking up on her signals from her eyes, tugged at the corner of his mouth with good temper.
In his gentle eyes, there flashed a ripple of liu li color, which momentarily dazzled Ye Lingyue.
He had come to seek Master Hong Ru; the two had played a game of chess and exchanged some words. Just as Master Hong Ru placed his final piece, he requested Xue Pianran to call Ye Lingyue over.
He probably wanted to personally see what kind of person Ye Lingyue was—the one who, in the span of a year, had disastrously defeated the Xue Pianran he had trained for over a decade.
Feng Xun took Xue Pianran away, as to what he and Xue Pianran discussed, Ye Lingyue didn't know, nor did she want to know.
