Yang Jing gently shook his head, his tone still calm as he refused again. "Senior Sister Su, if there's nothing else, I need to continue training. I won't take up any more of your time."
With that, he gave Su Qingyue no further chance to speak. He gripped the edge of the stone door and began closing it with a slight push.
Seeing this, Su Qingyue's expression darkened completely. Gritting her teeth, she said coldly, "Yang Jing, think this through. If you refuse to do me this favor today, don't regret it later!"
She made no attempt to conceal the threat in her words.
Yang Jing narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint flashing through them. Then he pressed harder with his fingertips, and the heavy stone door slammed shut with a bang, shutting out both Su Qingyue and the light outside.
Silence returned to the stone chamber, with only the faint fragrance of the precious exotic beast musk lingering in the air.
Outside, Su Qingyue stared at the tightly closed stone door, her face alternating between livid and pale.
Her fists clenched tightly, and her chest heaved with anger.
Not only had she failed, but Yang Jing had rejected her so decisively that he had left no room whatsoever for compromise. She was furious and frustrated.
It wasn't that she lacked the ability to handle things. Yang Jing was simply impervious to persuasion, incapable of reading the situation, and unwilling to show even the slightest consideration.
Taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed her anger and turned toward the Wooden House at a brisk pace. She had already decided to tell Zhao Hongxiang exactly how stubborn and unyielding Yang Jing had been, so he would know how thoroughly this man failed to appreciate a favor.
Inside the stone chamber, Yang