Liu Yaodong said: "Are you still going to challenge Xu Zhou?"
Zeng Chuan paused and shook his head, saying: "Let's wait until he finishes challenging these people first. If I challenge him now, I might end up severely injuring him again!"
Liu Yaodong whispered: "Well, last time, Xu Zhou didn't seem to be too badly injured, but you..."
"Shut up!"
Zeng Chuan angrily retorted: "Last time was last time, the past is the past, now is now!"
Liu Yaodong said no more; he was used to his cousin's stubbornness despite all his good qualities.
However, he was also very curious, how would Xu Zhou fare against Lin Xue, Wang Lei and their group?
How many moves could he withstand?
...
Divine Martial Department Academy.
A villa.
Lin Xue sat on the rooftop, her knees bent on the eaves, with one of her long legs wrapped in a thin white silk dangling mid-air.
Her expression was cold and aloof as she gazed into the distance, her eyes like a pool of icy cool water, deep and clear.