"Miss Zhao, I... I..." Huang Xiao knew Zhao Xin'er wanted nothing more than to kill him, and that she felt only hatred toward him, yet he had still clung to that tiny shred of hope. Seeing her now, he knew perfectly well that it had all been wishful thinking on his part.
"Get out. In three breaths, I don't want to see you anymore. Otherwise, my sword will show no more mercy!" Zhao Xin'er said coldly.
Huang Xiao would rather have seen Zhao Xin'er in a towering rage. At least then there would still have been feeling in her, whereas now, she spoke without the slightest trace of emotion. It was a chill, an iciness and killing intent that reached into his very soul.
Zhao Xin'er's reaction puzzled all her fellow disciples present, including Martial Uncle Liu and Martial Uncle Chen. Although her temperament had changed drastically over the past two years and she had never shown men a pleasant face, they had never seen her lose her composure like this, fly into such a rage, or even turn her blade on someone.
"Xin'er, Young Hero Huang just saved Little Yan and Little Qiao. What grudge could you have against him that you must attack him the moment you meet?" Martial Uncle Liu hurried to Zhao Xin'er's side and asked.
"Senior Sister Zhao, could there be some misunderstanding?" Hu Qiao hurriedly asked as well.
Dong Yan was just about to try to persuade her when Zhao Xin'er spoke. "Martial Uncle, please stay out of this. This is my private affair!"
With that, she swept her cold gaze toward Huang Xiao.
Huang Xiao drew a deep breath, then cupped his fist and bowed to Zhao Xin'er. "Sorry to have disturbed you, Miss Zhao."
With that, Huang Xiao turned and left.
"Brother