The Only One Who Wouldn't Contend

"Pfft!" Feng Linglong was so furious that she spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining the snow-white lapel of her robe red.

She had never dreamed that this unremarkable scholar before her could leave her powerless to fight back with nothing more than a wave of his hand.

When had Jinling Imperial City produced such a ruthless figure?

A scholar more terrifying than Wang Xian—a mortal—how could he speak of matching the heavens?

She refused to believe it. Even if the scholar before her was the heavens themselves, she would still defy them.

Just then, Liu Piaopiao arrived with Tang Shisan and Meng Xiaolou.

Seeing Feng Linglong's bloodstained white robes, Liu Piaopiao was startled.

Before she could say anything, she saw her younger sister standing serenely behind Li Dalu, her face full of adoration.

Liu Piaopiao couldn't help but tense up. "Sister Feng, this is Jinling Imperial City, not the Southern Border... Li Dalu is a teacher at the Academy. If you hurt him, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave either."

At that, Feng Linglong looked at her with utter disdain.

She couldn't help snapping, "What did you say? Say that again!"

Liu Piaopiao sighed, coughed, and said quietly, "The Academy once tutored emperors, and naturally has a Sage watching over it. If you don't believe me, you can go ahead and kill Li Dalu..."

"But I'll tell you this: the distance from the prince's residence to the Academy is no more than a Sage's glance. I'd advise you to stop. If you need to vent your anger, go to the battlefield and pick a fight with Wang Xian!"

"Don't think you're the only one. I want to find Wang Xian and fight him too. Want me to go with you?"

Feng Linglong couldn't help but feel