Men. There are no good ones.
Not only did Ruan Tang think so, but Xu Yiyi, who had just stepped through the light screen, felt the same way. She could sense the cold, menacing gaze from not far away—it belonged to Deng Shu.
Yiyi stared back, undaunted.
As the group's leader and a Ninth-Grade Great Martial Sect, how could Xu Wandao fail to notice the friction among these youths? He sighed, knowing the Martial Dao Association's original hopes for this trial were likely unachievable now.
"I don't want to see any casualties during this secret realm trial," Xu Wandao announced, his gaze intentionally resting on Deng Shu. "You are all the future pride of Hua Country and ought to support one another. Deng Shu, do you understand?"
"Yes, Senior Xu," Deng Shu replied, cupping his fist in a salute.
