Wang Yunxiao straightforwardly rejected Xia Chengyuan's invitation.
"You really are... like a rotten piece of wood that can't be carved!"
In Xia Chengyuan's view, this was sheer obstinacy.
What do you mean by having no talent? Without ever having served in the military or handled a gun, how can you tell who's a sharpshooter or a combat champion?
Isn't all this acquired through training later on!
"Think about it a bit more, will you? The T Society has always kept its doors open for you."
Failing to recruit Wang Yunxiao, Xia Chengyuan felt quite embarrassed, and after awkwardly finding an excuse, he turned and left.
Wang Yunxiao adjusted the plain lenses on his nose, watching his hurried figure depart.
This trend feels quite off.
