Qingyi couldn't deny that he felt a certain interest in Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter, known for her extraordinary beauty, in no way inferior to that of Xue Hua or Rou'er.
Still, he wasn't one of those deluded men who thought a woman belonged to them even without ever having seen her.
Well, there were exceptions, of course—but Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter wasn't one of them. If she had bad traits, he would simply ignore her completely and wouldn't even fuck her for lust points.
Still, none of that was enough to contain the rage boiling in his chest.
It wasn't comparable to the fury he'd felt upon seeing Nianxue and Ruyan wounded by the demonic Qi's rampage, but even so, it was pure rage, on the verge of spiraling out of control.
What irritated him the most was that unbearable arrogance.
Long Aoxue, even after being miserably defeated, not only refused to bow his head, but still dared to maintain that haughty posture—as if he somehow held power over Qingyi.
