Liu Yao sat to the side, his face etched with gloom. An aura of Evil Qi swirled around him. His superficial wounds had healed, but his internal injuries remained severe. He even had to hold back his temper, which frustrated him to no end.
Gritting his teeth, his eyes held not a shred of affection. "That bitch lied to me for so many years..."
"Hmph, I told you long ago that a second-generation immortal like her could never respect people like us. You just wouldn't listen!" Liu Yiyi's face twisted into an ugly scowl; just thinking about the fool Liu Yao had made of himself infuriated her.
Liu Yao's expression shifted, and he couldn't help snapping back, "Wasn't it you who set up that fake match? Otherwise, would I have ended up like this?"
Both of their tempers flared. Neither was willing to yield, each convinced the other was entirely to blame. It took a long time before their anger finally subsided. They sat back down and began discussing how to exact their revenge.
