Hearing this, Shang Qing remained impassive.
His gaze was deep and calm, like a warm pond in winter that easily disarmed people, encouraging them to reveal their innermost thoughts.
To Lu Xining, he seemed an extremely dangerous individual adept at manipulating people.
Shang Qing said, "Child, you are still too young."
His voice was steady, his lips curling into a faint smile, showing no sign of emotional change in response to Lu Xining's blunt words.
"My youth is obvious, there's no need for you to point that out."
"… Your misunderstanding of me runs deep."
The man's composed demeanor irked Lu Xining.
"If misunderstandings can exist, it's because the other party did something to be misunderstood. Since you've done it, don't look back and talk about how deep the misunderstanding is, it just makes you look cheap."