"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"
Inside his room, Lin Ye was beside himself with rage, rampaging like a maddened beast. He abruptly hurled the Identity Token in his hand with all his strength.
Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, the Identity Token traced a sharp arc through the air. With a clang, it slammed into the wall, bounced off, and tumbled to the floor with a crisp, grating clatter.
"At first, I only vaguely sensed that he posed a threat to me. I never imagined this Xiao Qian would break my record so quickly!"
Lin Ye clenched both fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving. An unsettled light flickered in his eyes, and his face grew frighteningly grim, like the dark sky before a storm.
At that moment, he was like a caged beast driven into a fury with nowhere to vent it, resentment and frustration churning in his heart.
"Knock, knock."
Just as the tension reached a breaking point, an ill-timed knock came at the door.
His face dark and displeasure hanging over him like storm clouds, Lin Ye reluctantly went to open the door, only to find Liu Ling standing outside with a broad smile.
To Lin Ye, that smile was undoubtedly salt rubbed into his wound, a particularly painful sight.
"You can still smile? Your romantic rival Xiao Qian has stolen the limelight again." Lin Ye snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Whether he'll come back alive is another matter." Liu Ling remained all smiles, as though victory were already in his grasp.
"What?" Lin Ye asked, his brows knitting in confusion.
Liu Ling could not resist bursting into laughter, his voice thick with delight at another's misfortune. "Haven't you asked around yet? The whole Sect is talking about