"What exactly do you want? Do you really just need me to help you get something?"
Qian Renxue raised her head defiantly and questioned the baffling man before her.
If he wanted something, he could just get it. Why beat me up first?
In her twenty-two years of life, Qian Renxue had been the pride of Spirit Hall and the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, second only to the emperor. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Shuofang Si looked at Qian Renxue before him. She was in her early twenties, with skin fairer than snow, golden eyes, and long golden hair cascading down her back. A six-winged angel mark adorned her brow.
A high, straight nose complemented her stunning face, and her slender, phoenix-shaped eyes carried an innate dignity. Now that she had suffered a setback at his hands, that dignity had gained a strangely captivating touch.
She wore court robes woven with gold thread, their design classical and elegant, with a standing collar framing her defiantly raised neck.
Looking at Qian Renxue like this, Shuofang Si couldn't help feeling a hint of admiration. But conquering a woman like her would take more than simply defeating her. The time wasn't right yet.
"You've spent too long playing political games, so I felt like stretching my fists. As for what I wanted, I've thought it over. It'll be faster to get it myself."
"Huh?" Qian Renxue was a little bewildered. What did he mean?
Then go get it! Why beat me up for no reason?
But the man before her had pinned Snake Lance Douluo to the ground and beaten him with just one hand. The gulf between their strengths left her unable even to consider resisting.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you know my identity?"
Qian