Before either could make a move, Lei Zhensheng's lips curved into a faint smile.
He lowered his sword, clearly not feeling any urgency to begin.
"You know," he said, "it's a shame someone as beautiful as you is engaged to that Bai Zihan."
He shook his head with a mocking chuckle.
"I was looking forward to crushing him myself… but the moment he saw my name on the roster, he disappeared like the coward he is."
Lei Zhensheng's eyes roamed over Chu Ziyan, his expression dripping with condescension.
"I don't know why someone as pretty as you is still with a coward like him."
Chu Ziyan's eyes snapped open.
"Hah? If Bai Zihan were here," she said, "the moment you muttered such nonsense, your head would already be touching the ground."
Her gaze sharpened
"And you—Lei Zhensheng—you aren't even worthy to clean my fiancé's shoes. Consider yourself fortunate he's not here!"
Lei Zhensheng's smirk faltered for the briefest moment before he laughed, the sound edged with anger.