Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Sure,” Feng Tianlan pursed her lips a little. She didn’t mind humiliating her opponent a bit more if that’s what Feng Xiuyu wanted.

Feng Xiuyu glared ferociously at Feng Tianlan and said, “Let’s go, Third Prince!”

She would recuperate and return in seven days. By then, she would have had leveled up from a First Stage Spiritualist to the Middle Stage. Feng Tianlan—a mere Sixth Stage Gathering Spirit—would never be on par with her. She must be the one to humiliate Feng Tianlan!

Si Rong helped up Feng Xiuyu and was about to leave, when Feng Tianlan said coldly, “Hold on!”

“Yu’er has conceded defeat. What more do you want?” Si Rong snapped and glared at Feng Tianlan, infuriated.

“Remember our bet?” Feng Tianlan’s gaze swept over to Si Rong. She said icily, “I won. You promised to have dinner with me.”

Si Mobai’s brow knitted slightly, but his frown quickly vanished. He had no part in this story.

“Didn’t you say…” Si Rong started to say, then fell silent.

Previously, Feng Tianlan had said that she wouldn’t have dinner with a dog. If he replied now, wouldn’t it sound like he was admitting that he really was a dog? More beast than human? He’d fallen into Feng Tianlan’s trap and could not reject her without any good reason.

“I will meet you this evening at the Fragrant Pavilion,” snarled Si Rong.

“I’m not available, but you won’t dine alone.”

Everyone understood Feng Tianlan’s meaning; she meant that she wouldn’t attend the dinner, but someone would take her place. It was as if she’d slapped the Third Prince, loudly!

“You…”