Amongst the members of the Orthodox Academy, Zhexiu's cultivation level was not the highest, but he was undoubtedly the strongest in fighting. In a battle of life-or-death, even Chen Changsheng was not his match. This was because of his incomparably rich battle experience and his frightening will tempered from walking between life and death. However, in matters of love, he had not the slightest experience, much less any perception for it.
"Doesn't she loathe you?" he directly voiced the doubts in his mind.
Chen Changsheng laughed, not knowing how to respond to this question, but when he laughed, he smelled the faint scent of rust coming from his throat. It was the scent of blood. His expression flickered and his spiritual sense moved as he entered Meditative Introspection. He then plunged into a long silence, his face very pale.
So it turned out…that this was what was going on. Could it be that his maximum limit of twenty years old had come in advance?