Go back?
Xiao Qibo's eyes flew wide open, and his surging arrogance collapsed on the spot. Stunned, he asked, "Senior Sister Weng, what did you say?"
He had never imagined that Weng Ting would actually tell him to go back. Had he misheard?
"I said, go back to Chaos-Shaking City."
"I wanted to say this just now: since Junior Brother Xiao has always looked down on the people I, Weng Ting, invited, then I truly am sorry."
"Of course, I will compensate you for getting injured and traveling all this way."
Every word from Weng Ting was exceptionally clear. She had never intended to persuade Xiao Qibo just now; she had wanted to tell him to get lost from the very beginning.
With Weng Ting's words, Xiao Qibo was completely dumbfounded.
He had never actually wanted to go back. He had merely wanted to force Weng Ting to give up Sikong Jing.
In Xiao Qibo's eyes, as a fifth-grade war body, he had to be more important than Sikong Jing. No matter how well Sikong Jing performed, he was still just a useless little nobody without a war body. Wasn't that the natural choice?
Yet Weng Ting had chosen Sikong Jing without even a moment's hesitation. He was practically coughing up blood.
His master had said that the Spirit-Seizing War was immensely, immensely important to him. And Hua Meixi was simply too beautiful now... Naturally, Xiao Qibo had been hoping to have some wonderful story with her during the Spirit-Seizing War.
Who could have known that one round of threats would leave him with not even a path of retreat?
At that thought, Xiao Qibo's face turned crimson. At last, thickening his skin, he said, "Forget it, Senior Sister Weng. I, Xiao Qibo, am not such a petty man. I'll