Ye Yufei and Xiao Yingxue were clearly heading towards the courtyard where Xiao Chen was secluded, but midway, they were intercepted by more than a dozen Spirit Race disciples.
Among them was Mu Jie, who had been blasted away by Xiao Chen's single strike that day.
"It's you again?"
Xiao Chen appeared, his tone filled with coldness and anger.
Ye Yufei thought, if she had to face such difficulties from the Spirit Race every day, it would be truly awful. No wonder she spent most of her time in seclusion.
"Little Chen!" Ye Yufei, who was caught in a dilemma, was overjoyed upon seeing Xiao Chen.
As for Xiao Yingxue, her eyes were already misty, about to burst into tears.
"Yingxue, why haven't you grown taller?"
Xiao Chen ruffled Xiao Yingxue's hair, sighing inwardly.
This girl hadn't changed at all, still looking like she's fourteen or fifteen years old.
However, she was wearing a very fitting dress, although the color was still her favorite black.
