"Yang Qi, is this the extent of your ability?" Ning Que taunted. "You think you can defeat me with these pathetic tricks? Let me tell you, I'm just a very ordinary servant of the Lin Family in Jingzhou. You can't even beat me, and you still aspire to be with Miss Qingxuan? How laughable!"
Although Ning Que looked somewhat disheveled, he hadn't been injured at all. He was still in a position to say such things.
"You don't have to deny it. I can see that you like her, and she likes you too. She only refuses to admit it to protect you, doesn't she?
"Honestly, I'm baffled. Any of the young talents in Jingzhou are ten thousand times stronger than you, to say nothing of the Divine Child. He is a true favorite of the heavens, a young man standing at the very pinnacle of the pyramid. In his presence, you aren't even worthy of being called an ant!"
