"Peony and I are in love. How dare you say to my face that you're going to steal the person I love?"
Lü Bacha's fists were clenched so tight that even for a scholar, his bones creaked with rage.
Ling Tian, standing to one side, was speechless. No wonder he's called the Ancestor of Blood Refinement. He's so domineering, declaring he'll steal someone's beloved right in front of them. Anyone else would have done it secretly. Who else would be like the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, so direct and upfront about it?
"Why are you clenching your fists? She won't have a good life with you," the Ancestor of Blood Refinement said, shaking his head at Lü Bacha's furious, teeth-grinding expression.
