"To me, this is an insult,"
"and—"
"I don't like you."
"You..."
The woman who had been standing to the side, frankly speaking, was not lacking in beauty; if she truly dressed up, even if she went to the Capital's brothel, she could snatch the title of Oiran. Upon hearing such a heartless statement from the Seventh Prince...
Her body stiffened suddenly, then she forced out a smile, clutched the hem of her clothing with both hands, and shook her head: "It doesn't matter if you don't like me. Everything is fine."
"Just... can you give me a reason why?"
"..."
After the Seventh Prince quickly bandaged his wounds, he swallowed a Healing Pill and glanced at the woman with an indifferent expression: "Because you're too weak."
"Ah?"
The woman was stunned on the spot, and after a long while, she reacted subconsciously: "By weak, do you mean..."
"Golden Core early stage Cultivation, too weak."
"Huh?"
