Red, pink, gold, and purple burst before his eyes all at once, and Wei Jingxing felt golden stars circling overhead.
Never in his life had he taken such a beating or suffered such indignity. His lips immediately puckered, and he nearly cried.
But when the tears were about to spill, he held them back after all, thinking that he had already taken the beating and could not lose face as well.
Once he recovered his senses, indignation rose in him again. He had cultivation, after all. How could a mere mortal possibly hurt him? Yet Chen Suxin's fist had been terribly hard, and the blow had left his eye socket aching.
Sniffling dryly twice, Wei Jingxing sat up and blustered through a black eye:
"You have no martial honor! That was a sneak attack!"
"That one didn't count. Let's go again. I'm going to be the senior brother no matter what."
Life had been hard for Chen Suxin for as long as she could remember. Accustomed to fighting over things, she had developed a temperament both withdrawn and wild.
Whether her opponents were her age, older, or younger, she had never lost a fight. Even if she was hurt for a time, she recovered extremely quickly. After this happened several times, few people around her dared provoke her.
Sometimes she wondered what was so special about immortals who soared to and fro. Surely a punch to the face would hurt them too.
Their master had told them to get along. Chen Suxin did not want to beat him up, so she merely looked back and shook her fist at him.
Wei Jingxing shrank back in fright before realizing she was only threatening him, then found himself an excuse:
"I just hadn't eaten enough. Don't get too full of yourself."
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