Picking a Fight

"You!"

Yue Zhengyu flew into a rage, but he knew this was not the place to lose his temper. His chest heaved as he snorted coldly, as if suppressing the anger in his heart. His gaze lingered on Yuanen Yehui's retreating back for a moment before turning to Tang Wulin, his tone carrying a hint of warning.

"There's an Evil Soul Master hiding among you. If you don't find her, it won't be good for you Work-Study Students either."

Tang Wulin shrugged without saying anything. His gaze passed Yue Zhengyu and landed on Zhong Shenxiu, who was walking over from afar, a glint flashing through his eyes.

"What happened, Wulin?" Zhong Shenxiu walked over to Tang Wulin's side, his pale golden vertical pupils sweeping over Yue Zhengyu's back.

Tang Wulin blinked, raised his chin, and said teasingly, "There! That guy we ran into the other day has come to pick a fight again."

The moment Yue Zhengyu heard Tang Wulin's answer, he turned around and looked at Zhong Shenxiu. His brows furrowed, and his expression grew even more displeased.

"Hey! Junior, what do you mean, picking a fight? I'm helping you! That's a Fallen Angel! She might be a threat to you!"

Tang Wulin raised his chin as if to say, See? Isn't he just picking a fight?

Zhong Shenxiu ignored Yue Zhengyu as well. His pale golden vertical pupils calmly regarded Yue Zhengyu's face as though he were an irrelevant passerby. He parted his lips slightly, clicked his tongue, and spoke as casually as if commenting on the weather.

"He really is picking a fight."

"You two..."

Yue Zhengyu gritted his teeth in fury, his teeth grinding faintly against his lips. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white while veins bulged across the backs of his hands.