Su Xiaobai's brows furrowed, eyes instinctively sweeping over Zhu Qing.
Her arms rested on her knees, her chin propped up, giving off the distinct energy of a depressed maiden after a bad breakup. It was such a bizarre contrast to her usual sharp, domineering presence that Su Xiaobai actually felt concerned.
"Elder, what happened? Who hurt you?!" His gaze instinctively dropped to her chest.
Damn.
The posture made certain assets look even better.
She snorted. Didn't answer.
And that's when Su Xiaobai realized—he must've fucked up somewhere.
"Uh… I broke through, I guess?"
Wrong.
Wrong move.
Wrong answer.
The moment those words left his mouth, her melancholic expression twisted into something demonic.
A slow, vindictive smile spread across her face.
"Oh, Little Villain… since you've broken through… let this Elder reward you properly."
BAM!
A thick-ass book slammed onto the floor in front of him.
"Soul Shatter Palm."
BAM!
Another one.
