She gave a chilly smile and slowly released Baili An's chin under Su Jing's icy gaze:
"This poison won't claim your life in a short time, but when it strikes, it can truly pain your soul away, kid. How does it feel? Since I've met you, I haven't seen you have a single day of comfort. If you keep tormenting yourself like this, aren't you afraid of breaking your frail body apart?"
Su Jing glanced at the shattered bowl on the ground, her voice especially indifferent, "Since when has Miss Yin begun to care about the disciples of the Taixuan Sect?"
Yin Baishuang's eyebrows raised slightly, and as her red dress fluttered, her red boot precisely stepped on the broken pieces of the porcelain bowl, grinding them into powder.
Her expression was indifferent, but the corner of her lips insistently curled up with defiance, "What, looking for a fight?"
Su Jing's face remained calm, but her fingers slowly tightened within her sleeves.
Xun Guan thought: This is terrible!
