The more you put up with it, the angrier you got.
A good beating could add years to your life.
Mei Meng cast aside years of cultivation, drew her sword, and cursed.
Anyone with even a shred of decency would be ashamed of what Liao Jia had done. Mei Meng suspected something had gone wrong with her family's feng shui. Otherwise, how could the same person keep screwing her over again and again? What kind of twisted mind did Liao Shao Mei have to think he could show up at her door and ask for help?
Liao Jia hopped up to a high perch and watched Mei Meng curse him with a beaming smile, not the least bit offended. They were only a few choice insults. If that was all it took to make Mei Meng feel better and help him with all her might to reach the pinnacle, Liao Jia would even be willing to help her curse himself.
It wasn't as though he'd lose a piece of flesh.
That reaction of his nearly made Mei Meng's blood pressure explode.
Lü Jue cautiously tried to approach Mei Meng, who was on the verge of blowing her top. In a low voice, he said, "Take it easy, take it easy, Jinghe. There's no need to get angry over a shameless person like him. Look on the bright side. At least... at least we still have hope of reaching Perfection."
His voice grew quieter and quieter.
He sounded more and more guilty.
Lü Jue also felt that his words were just adding fuel to the fire.
If that damned Liao Jia hadn't barged in and stolen Mei Meng's hard-won fruit of success, she should have reached Perfection more than twenty years ago. That fruit of Perfection should have been hers! Now