"So what if I did? What can any of you—do to me!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Zhong Ming stood tall. The corners of his lips curled into an arc of ultimate defiance as his gaze swept over the True Disciples from the Major Sects, as if he were looking at a pack of mongrels.
At this moment, he was the perfect embodiment of wanton arrogance and utter condescension.
And yet, this posture of doing as he pleased while looking down on all creation also carried a domineering air of scorning the world, captivating many who watched.
The instinct to worship the strong is embedded in human nature, making the arrogance of the powerful fatally attractive.
As Nangong Die gazed at Zhong Ming's figure, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly. She looked stunned, even a little infatuated.
'So domineering... With such heroic spirit, my gamble to stand by your side was not in vain.'
