Wang Yingxuan's eyes were displeased as she fixed Wu Xuening with a sharp gaze, ignoring what she had just said. She looked quite imposing, too, like a tiny yet valiant female war god making her entrance.
It was only that she looked rather young, somehow lacking a few measures of true dominance.
The moment those two sentences left her mouth.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly froze solid.
Wu Zhixing and Wang Annan both stared at Wang Yingxuan with utterly incredulous expressions.
Wasn't this girl's tone a little too arrogant? Wang Liyao, the Great Heavenly Prodigy who had swept through the imperial capital, had actually been rated as "just so-so." Then wouldn't young experts like them, who had been swept aside by Liyao, be nothing more than stray cats and dogs by the roadside?
Meanwhile, Wang Anye pressed a hand to his forehead, wearing an expression that said, "My heart is so tired."
Aunt Yingxuan truly did love stirring up trouble as always, and as always, she exploded at the slightest touch.
Aunt Yingxuan, you're already eleven this year. Can't you try being a little more mature?
Of course, the most shocked of them all was Little Commandery Princess Wu Xuening.
Among the younger generation of girls throughout Shangjing, she was the most arrogant, the most invincible, the most domineering, and the most unreasonable. Yet out of nowhere, someone younger than her and even more arrogant had appeared. For a moment, she genuinely had trouble adjusting.
"Y-you-you..." Wu Xuening was furious, planting her hands on her hips. "What kind of onion are you, you wretched little brat? How can you speak with such arrogance?!"
"Same to you. With your little bit of skill, if you truly witnessed my Aunt Liyao's divine might, wouldn't you immediately be scared to your knees