Lin Feng nodded and, with a single thought, effortlessly glimpsed the history of Li Ruoxi's life.
He saw a woman shaped by cruelty, discipline, and ruthless expectations… a cold, thorny beauty who would not hesitate to put a knife to the side of any man foolish enough to speak the wrong words around her.
This, of course, was not unusual for someone raised from childhood to be nothing more than a weapon for the Li clan.
"Earth could be ugly sometimes," Lin Feng thought, "but this xianxia world, with all its godlike abilities, only magnifies the ugliness of the human condition to an incredible degree." Power did not purify humanity… it merely stripped away the masks faster.
With that thought, he casually beckoned for the match to begin.
One hand rested behind his back, relaxed and unguarded, while the other gestured lightly for Li Ruoxi to come forward, as though inviting a friend rather than facing a deadly opponent.
