Liu Maolin mused to himself.
She wore a pale lavender dress, her body turned sideways as she gazed toward Arena Seven. The silver hairpin at her temple swayed gently with her gaze.
His suspicions confirmed, Liu Maolin couldn't help but let a small smirk grace his lips.
'Heh, this little missy. So you acted all high and mighty back then? Looked down on my junior brother, did you?!'
'Now my junior brother has broken through to Inner Strength and is tearing it up in the tournament. I bet you're kicking yourself now!'
'Heh heh, but it's too late now. My junior brother isn't the type to go crawling back to someone who rejected him.'
Liu Maolin chuckled to himself. 'Although,' he thought, 'if Zhao Yuman could convince the Zhao's Escort Agency to offer a massive dowry, maybe I could talk my junior brother into it. If all else fails, he could just take the little missy as a concubine.'
