But now, even catching a distant glimpse had become an impossible dream. It was a sea of people, and she couldn't find any sign of Yang Jing.
Sun Ningxiang bit her lip, thinking to herself. 'Once the sect announces the start of the competition and things get a little chaotic, I'll slip away and find where Lingxi Peak is gathered. I have to see Yang Jing.'
But as Sun Ningxiang stood on her tiptoes searching for Yang Jing, another pair of eyes was watching her, their gaze periodically landing on her with a hint of concealed possessiveness.
Yuwen Mingjue stood in the crowd, his oily gaze fixed on Sun Ningxiang's form as a flicker of heat flashed in his eyes.
Watching Sun Ningxiang's frantic search, Yuwen Mingjue didn't even have to guess who she was looking for. It had to be Yang Jing, the man he hated to the very bone.
