Zhao Wuji Makes His Move

Zhao Wuji's face turned livid. "We already won the contest just now. This soul beast naturally belongs to us."

Dongfang Yu naturally understood the logic. They had been inferior in skill, so they had nothing to say after losing the soul beast.

But he was here to stir things up!

Could he let them get what they wanted so easily?

Of course not!

"Even so, are you proud of bullying a girl? And such a beautiful girl at that." Dongfang Yu's tone was full of disdain.

"What do you want, then?" Zhao Wuji asked in a deep voice, his patience nearly at its limit.

"How about this? I'll take this beauty's place and compete with you. What do you think?" Dongfang Yu stated his purpose.

"Sir," Meng Yiran called softly.

"What is it, beauty?" Dongfang Yu turned back with a smile.

Meng Yiran's face reddened slightly. No one had ever called her "beauty" again and again like that. This was the first time she had met someone like him.

He did not exactly seem frivolous, but she did not dislike Dongfang Yu either. After all, he was standing up for her. She could not be ungrateful.

"Sir, thank you for speaking up for me, but they..."

"No need to say more, beauty. When one sees injustice, one draws one's blade to help. It is but a small effort, not worth mentioning," Dongfang Yu replied solemnly.

"Don't worry, beauty. I'll definitely get justice for you!"

Meng Yiran's lips twitched. Why did that sound so fake? He was being a little too enthusiastic, wasn't he?

She knew herself well. Though she was indeed fairly beautiful, she did not have that much charm.

"Th-Then... all right." Meng Yiran could not refuse his "kindness" any further. She merely looked toward her grandmother, Chao Tianxiang.