Translator: Aran

  “Third Huangshu, what do you mean?” There was a coldness that spread across Xing’er’s face.

  Yu Feiyan smiled.

  “This is only a spar. There is no need to worry,” the cold faced youth carrying a blade in the green clothes said calmly. “Unless Princess you have no confidence in the strength of [War God]?”


  “Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to speak to me?” There was an iciness and fury that filled Xing’er’s beautiful pupils...