Like thunder crashing down! Like lightning cleaving through!
The entire pavilion seemed to freeze in that instant. Even the wind fell silent.
At his words, Li Xiangxiang's entire body jolted. Her autumn-water eyes flew wide open, and she sprang up from the stone bench!
The movement was so violent that even the wine flask before her swayed several times. Amber spiritual wine spilled across the stone table, hissing as it splashed.
"What?!"
She stared fixedly at Wang Xian, her red lips slightly parted. A tremor she herself had not noticed slipped into her startled cry!
"You killed him? How is that possible?!"
Shock, fury, disbelief—countless emotions tangled within her tone, like a jar of flavors overturned all at once, leaving her unable to tell which she should taste first.
Wang Xian did not even raise an eyelid.
He simply sat quietly on the stone bench, idly turning the white jade wine cup in his hand. His expression was as indifferent as though he were listening to some trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
He looked entirely ready to get up and leave at the slightest disagreement.
He had already said it: he was in a bad mood today and did not want to fight.
Whoever provoked him, he would leave.
Feeling the shock, anger, and disbelief rolling off the girl, Wang Xian's lips slowly curved into a wicked smile.
That smile held three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and four parts of an indescribable amusement.
He spread his hands...
Crack!
The white jade wine cup in his hand shattered, turning into fine powder that sifted through his fingers, gleaming pearly white beneath the moonlight.
"Don't scare me. I'm timid."
Wang Xian's voice was lazy and casual, as though he were speaking to an unruly child:
"Besides, which