Li Xuanxiao's tolerance for Ming Yu was so great that even Nangong Wan found it alarming.
For several days in a row, she had watched the master who had once regarded countless powerful enemies as mere weeds.
Yet now, before this Demon Race princess, he had sheathed every ounce of his sharpness.
More than once, Nangong Wan's heart had leapt into her throat.
And yet, every time, in the instant before he seemed about to erupt at the breaking point.
Li Xuanxiao's aura would miraculously return to the stillness of a deep pool.
Even the expression on his face barely changed. He always wore that seemingly deferential, yet unfathomably calm look.
He would give a slight nod and reply in a deep, steady voice that revealed neither joy nor anger:
"Yes, Your Highness."
"As you wish."
"Your Highness has discerning eyes."
"..."
Then, like the most dutiful servant, he truly went to carry out those deliberately difficult tasks, turning a deaf ear to those insulting judgments.
Watching all this, Nangong Wan felt as though an icy boulder were lodged in her heart.
That forcibly suppressed sense of humiliation inevitably lent a trace of undisguised chill and hostility to the way she looked at Ming Yu.
Her gaze was sharp as a blade, as if it wished to pierce straight through the girl in red.
"Your eyes."
During one interval when Ming Yu had temporarily left.
Li Xuanxiao's low voice sounded. He did not look at her, his gaze resting on the rolling mountains in the distance.
Nangong Wan immediately reined in the sharpness in her eyes and lowered her head. "Master."
"Mind your eyes." Li Xuanxiao's voice was quiet, but it carried unquestionable force. "A small forbearance ruins great plans."
He paused, and a heavy weariness entered his tone.
"Behind