"Young Master Lucien, it's been a long time... I see you still haven't gotten over the outcome of our honorable duel," Qingyi replied.
Despite the respectful tone in his voice, his lips curled in contempt.
"Honorable duel? You used disgusting tactics to defeat me, and you still claim that it was honorable? Do you know how much I suffered to recover from that?"
"Uh? Come on..." Qingyi laughed, his purple eyes filled with a soft glow as strands of draconic Qi flooded his eyeballs. "It couldn't have been that bad, right?"
The moment his eyes focused between Lucien's legs, watching the mana flow through his body, he realized it and then fell silent.
He could see the strands of mana running through Lucien's entire body, from his skin to his bones, but there was something strange. Something was missing.
'Why is there only one?' Qingyi wondered, and soon the realization came.
Lucien now had only one ball.
Noticing Qingyi's strange gaze and smile, Lucien immediately crossed his legs.
