Who's the Soup Dumpling?!

Inner hall, the president's chambers.

The girl in green sat on her seat with her hair disheveled, her eyes unable to hide the resentment within.

Meanwhile, at the center of the chambers, the Black-skirted Girl leisurely sipped fragrant tea with elegant poise, looking every bit like the mistress of the house.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl in green finally could not restrain herself. Clutching the clothes she had twisted into a ball, she gritted her teeth and spoke.

"Is this Ancient Assembly run by your family or mine? You wicked woman, you have no shame at all!"

"Oh?"

Hun Ruoruo's eyes flickered slightly as she turned her head with interest.

"Just earlier, you were calling me Sister this and Sister that, with impeccable respect. What is it? You can't hide your thoughts so soon?"

"You!"

Xun'er was furious.

Seeing that no one else was around, she simply stopped caring about appearances and snapped indignantly, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you gained the upper hand this time! Before I left for training, the clan elders specifically sealed away most of the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame's energy inside me. If I hadn't been missing that power, I might not have lost!"

Xun'er knew perfectly well that a loss was a loss. Making excuses for herself was no different from throwing a tantrum and refusing to accept it.

But she really could not take it anymore!

Heavenly Flames, Dou Techniques, cultivation—she had held an absolute advantage in every respect. Coupled with the combat experience she had gained over these past days, losing should have been difficult.

Yet she had lost to Hun Ruoruo.

Not only had she lost, she had lost utterly. It seemed she had not even forced out her opponent's true trump