Xia Mengxi was incensed by the brazen mockery from Chi Meng. She had despised this woman since childhood; every encounter was a verbal skirmish. At first, whenever Xia Mengxi met her, she would console herself internally: "She wants to provoke me; I absolutely must not take the bait!"
But as the words actually left Chi Meng’s lips, Xia Mengxi could no longer suppress her fury. Dressed in one of Qin Xuan’s black martial outfits, she took a sharp step forward, her ponytail swinging with her movement. Even a casual observer could see how furious she was.
Just as Xia Mengxi was about to lash out, Qin Xuan stepped forward and blocked her path. He stared at Chi Meng with a cold, piercing gaze, his eyes flashing with a golden-purple brilliance that exerted a formidable sense of pressure. This pressure came not from cultivation level, but from pure presence.
Chapter 641