This dog of a man was not easy to deal with!
Xue Xue could not help lightly biting her pearly teeth as a nameless fury surged upward.
Since her debut, when had she ever been treated like this?
Of all those who had been granted an audience with her, which one had not been like a peacock spreading its tail, madly putting himself on display?
Even Qiao Tian and Xiao Zhan, though they maintained their composure on the surface, could not hide the emotions in their eyes. In a word: beasts in formal attire.
Yet this man before her not only ignored the beauty she took such pride in, but while openly flattering her, his hidden disdain was practically being flung in her face.
That was right—disdain.
Though his voice was calm and his expression indifferent, Xue Xue's senses were exceedingly sharp. The Heavenly Dance Dao Art itself was a consummate art when it came to emotions. One dance could steal the soul, a second could seize the spirit. Though its path differed from the Heart Sword, their roots held something in common.
Most importantly, as a woman, just as she could easily sense others' admiration for her, she could naturally sense their indifference and coldness as well.
Thus, her instincts, intuition, and even her Dao Art divine ability all told her that this man before her deeply disdained her.
And what she found most intolerable was that his disdain was not the kind born from being unable to reach her, unable to pursue her, or playing hard to get.
It was another kind—a naked, undisguised disdain.
He disdained her beauty, disdained her status. From beginning to end, he had not wanted the slightest connection with her. In other words, he disdained her entire person.
For a woman—for a confident