Hearing their exchange, Ling Quan's gaze gradually turned cold, and he no longer bothered to hide the mockery on his face.
"Young Master Xiao Jin, people should know their own limits. Never mind that you're only an adopted son of the Xiao Clan—even if you really were a descendant of the Xiao Clan, with the Xiao Clan's background having declined to the point of being like homeless dogs, you still wouldn't be worthy of the young lady. The clan elders have already guessed that the young lady has some feelings for you, so they entrusted me to pass a message to you."
Xiao Jin did not speak. He merely looked at Ling Quan as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Forget the young lady. It would be best to treat everything that happened before as if it never happened. The one worthy of the young lady must be a true powerhouse of the continent. A bastard like you from the Xiao Clan isn't worthy!"
When he mentioned the word "bastard," Ling Quan's face carried an extremely mean contempt.
Xun'er was the target pursued by every genius in the Ancient Clan, and Ling Quan was naturally among them.
So when he saw the two of them leaning against each other, an uncontrollable rage had already risen in his heart.
Now that he heard the other party actually dare to provoke him, even claiming he would beat him up, how could the arrogant Ling Quan possibly endure it?
When he heard the word "bastard," Xiao Jin's expression did not change much.
He had long grown used to such a label back in Wutan City.
Back then, the Jalie Clan had mocked Xiao Zhan more than once for actually allocating the clan's few resources to a bastard picked up from who