"But that sword strike that defeated you just now was still not my limit!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qinxin, who had already looked utterly dejected, turned ashen-faced. She had always prided herself on being a favored child of heaven, a peerless genius whom no one in this world could compare to. That was why she had always been so cold and aloof, refusing to spare a kind look for anyone. In her heart, she looked down on others and wanted no contact with them; she felt that associating with those mediocre people would only stain her. No one was worthy of being her friend; in her eyes, everyone else was merely a supporting character. So why should she show them any kindness?
Now, however, Meng Fan had trampled her arrogance underfoot and ground it into the dirt. She hadn't just lost a match; she had lost the solitary pride she had carried deep in her soul since childhood.
Chapter 120