The sight of Rong Ruihan and Jun Xiaomo standing shoulder to shoulder was incredibly harsh and glaring on Ye Xiuwen’s eyes.

“Allow me to die in the spirit tool?” Ye Xiuwen echoed contemptuously as he curled his lips into a mocking smile, “Rong Ruihan, do you think I’d really be unaware that you’d only saved me back then because you want to ingratiate me so that I wouldn’t be able to prevent you from drawing closer to Little Martial Sister? That said, I’ve got to commend you for a job well done. Unfortunately, you’ve miscalculated. Things have gone south for you, and it’s too little too late if you’re thinking of capitulating.”

Jun Xiaomo stared at Ye Xiuwen in disbelief. She could hardly believe that her beloved Ye Xiuwen were speaking such harsh and unkind words right now.

“I’ll admit it. There were indeed some ulterior motives undergirding my decision to rescue you earlier.” Blood continued to trickle out of Rong Ruihan’s lips as he added, “But it remains a fact that I’d saved your life. Aren’t you being an ingrate right now? Furthermore, I’d rescued you earlier so that you can look after Jun Xiaomo for me. But what is this?! You’re currently the culprit who’s hurt her most deeply!”

“Hah. Look after Jun Xiaomo for you? What basis do you have to request that I look after Jun Xiaomo on your behalf? Who do you think you are? There should never have been another person between her and I from the onset! And you, you’re the third wheel that’s disrupting our blissful relationship here!”

As soon as Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, innumerable fireballs emerged from the darkness once more, hurtling straight towards Rong Ruihan.

“Brother Rong!” Jun Xiaomo cried...