Xiaoling didn't answer Qi Xue's question, thinking to herself that he's not a loser. Which loser can fight for hours without faltering?
For a moment, she couldn't help but remember that night with Sun Zhe's bravery; she suddenly wanted to tell Qi Xue—how long he can last under Jing Fu, I don't know, but I only know I can last under his gun for just over ten minutes.
Seeing her blushing face, Qi Xue seemed displeased and said in a deep tone, "Do you have feelings for that loser?"
Hearing this, Xiaoling snapped back to reality and shook her head to indicate that she did not.
"Sigh."
Qi Xue gently sighed, placed her hands on Xiaoling's fragrant shoulder, and said earnestly, "Someone with such poor character and lack of ability is not worthy of you."
"You're not even twenty-five and have already reached the Early Stage of Golden Core Realm; your future is boundless, whereas that loser is just at Body Refinement."
