From Tianfa Ling Sect disciples, to the young masters of various clans, to the idle onlookers gathered around the outskirts, all were dumbfounded by Xiao Jiu's ability to burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
Senior Brother Yan had been discussing serious matters with this little ancestress, and her usual forcefulness had pressed him until he could barely breathe. Yet in the blink of an eye, the person before him was bawling her eyes out, crying like nothing more than a child. Could outsiders understand the sensation of watching one's thoughts collapse along with it?
Even Li Cunzhong farther away had been pondering how to express his admiration for her. Seeing this, his face stiffened. Without even turning his head, he could imagine that his gang of fair-weather friends would mock him over this for the rest of his life.
Damn it, where had that "Nine Spirits Maiden" gone—the one with peerless cultivation, composed manners, and a way of handling affairs as smoothly as she pleased?
He had only just been defeated by this woman. Couldn't she at least spare him some dignity over there...?
Xiao Jiu did not care what Senior Brother Yan, Li Cunzhong, or the rest thought. When she saw that hateful fellow behind her flash in front of her and confirmed that she had not misheard, she simply had to cry, cry, cry! She would only be happy once Yu Ci was left flustered and at a loss!
Mm, hold it together!
She truly could not hold on any longer. Feeling even her sobs beginning to change pitch, she simply slammed into Yu Ci's chest and continued wiping her face on his robes.
Ever since she had been a little girl, she had held a heartfelt admiration for the man before her. After all,