"You!"
Han Junjie almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He suddenly realized that as long as there was a verbal spar with Su Han, in less than three sentences, Su Han would have him cursing furiously.
And as Young Master Yun Chong, Han Junjie, in front of so many people, was the heartthrob of many women.
He also wanted to disregard everything and verbally battle Su Han, but he couldn't.
He was concerned about his image, his identity, his demeanor, and how others perceived him...
It was precisely these concerns that made him want to lash out at Su Han, yet he had to forcefully endure it.
"Lord Han, let it go."
Huaa Qingfei grabbed Han Junjie's hand and said, "He's just a petty man, only winning through words. There's no need to match wits with him. When the alchemy contest begins, with your alchemical attainment, make him completely disgraced."
"Alright."
Han Junjie took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.
