Xue Fuyao naturally recognized the person before her: Mu Wei of the Water Spirit Sect.
The other girl was about her age, with rosy-white skin and baby fat still clinging to her cheeks. One glance told her that Mu Wei had been well cared for, but for some reason, Xue Fuyao disliked her without knowing why.
There was no reason for it, just a visceral aversion, much like what she felt when facing Zhang Yongqing.
Because of that, Xue Fuyao had to struggle for quite a while not to open her mouth and hurl insults at Mu Wei. Even so, her tone remained unfriendly as she said, "This belongs to me. I don't want to sell it to anyone. If you want to sell Sealing Stones, there are plenty over there."
With that, she tried to tug her sleeve free. For some reason, being around Mu Wei always left her inexplicably agitated.
Yet when Xue Fuyao tugged, her sleeve did not budge. Mu Wei still held it in a death grip.
"But I want the one in your hand," Mu Wei said, sounding exactly like a spoiled child.
Now Xue Fuyao's temper flared as well. "What does what you want have to do with me? That's your business. This is mine, and it has nothing to do with you."
As she spoke, she gave a hard yank, wrenching her sleeve from the other girl's hand. The momentum sent Mu Wei straight to the ground.
Feeling the pain, Mu Wei's eyes instantly filled with tears. They rolled down in great drops as she stared accusingly at Xue Fuyao.
But Xue Fuyao had no interest in cherishing a delicate flower, not to mention that she had done nothing wrong in the first place. Since when did trying to snatch someone else's belongings