He Ziqing struggled to sit up in the flower bed, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Chen Yang. He could clearly feel that he'd broken at least three ribs, and the pain pierced him to the marrow. Worst of all, so many people were watching—and they were all acquaintances.
This…
His face flushed red and his eyes filled with venomous resentment as his hands dug fiercely into the soil.
Liu Xuan covered her mouth, her expression a mask of terror. She knew He Ziqing's strength; he had reached the fourth rank last year, a full two ranks higher than her! In theory, that should have been enough to defeat most people. But now... Liu Xuan instinctively shrank back. What would have happened if that had been me? Suddenly, her entire face turned scarlet with shame. Thinking of how provocative and arrogant she had been just moments ago, she was flooded with an unbearable sense of mortification.
