"What did you say?!"
A frosty look spread across Tianqing's pretty face. She stared coldly at Yang Yuhun, her tone hostile.
"What did I say? I said that so-called Celestial Secret Divine Son is nothing but a piece of trash! What's wrong? Does your heart ache for him?"
Yang Yuhun's mood soured even further, and his expression grew uglier.
"I am who I am, and the Celestial Secret Divine Son is who he is! He has done nothing to offend you. It's one thing to be jealous of his Talent and brilliance, but to insult him with such words—are you even worthy of your title as a Divine Child? Acting like this will only make people despise and look down on you even more!"
Tianqing scoffed, her sarcasm palpable.
"It seems you're truly stubborn and unrepentant! You refuse, is that it? Fine. In that case, I'll have to do this myself!"
Yang Yuhun took a deep breath. His gaze sharpened, and killing intent began to coalesce around him.
"Then make your move!"
