Seeing signs that Zhou Jingting was about to flare up again, Mo Bai obediently shut his mouth.
Zhou Jingting let out a long breath to calm herself before saying, "I suggest you change the way you speak. Keep this up, and someone will beat you to death."
"Even though you are the young master of the Kirin Clan, there will always be a group of people who aren't afraid to die and do not care about such things."
"If you lose your life just to win an argument, that would truly be such a pity."
Hearing this, Mo Bai said seriously, "If I did not provoke you with words, why would you use your true abilities against me?"
"If I want to become strong, I can only keep challenging others. So I do not think there is anything wrong with what I am doing."
Looking into Mo Bai's earnest eyes, Zhou Jingting smiled faintly. "How old are you?"
"Around one thousand."
"I am already over two thousand years old, so I have lived roughly a thousand years longer than you."
"When I was over one thousand years old, I was even more arrogant and conceited than you."
"Later, reality left me battered and bruised, so I learned to rein in my sharp edge."
Receiving this answer, Mo Bai said, "You need to rein in your sharp edge because you are not strong enough."
"Though I lost to you this time, it will not be long before I surpass you."
"I know, but you will not have an opportunity every time."
Zhou Jingting looked at Mo Bai teasingly. "When we exchanged blows just now, I sensed an extremely unique power within your body."
"If you had used that method, I might not have been able to defeat you so quickly."
"But