Xiahou Feng's expression grew increasingly calm. He looked at the stands, at Little Princess Zhao Qianqian, whose face was already streaked with tears, and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you."
After speaking, he turned his head to Qin Li. "I will never set foot in the Cyan Dragon Kingdom again in this lifetime. But, Qin Li, I will remember this humiliation. I believe we will meet again someday! Also, where I'm from, I'm really... not considered a top-tier genius. So, I will work hard to become a true genius, and I have you to thank for all of this!" As he spoke, a thick resentment could finally be heard in his voice, his words practically ground out between clenched teeth.
"Don't thank me. Educating self-righteous geniuses is my favorite pastime." A simple, good-natured smile reappeared on Qin Li's face.
