Now that the cat was out of the bag for good, Zhao Changhe clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to silently admire the snowy landscape around them.0

Ye Jiuyou shot him a sidelong glance. “Was it a good view?”0

Zhao Changhe remained silent.0

Ye Jiuyou suddenly grabbed him by the collar. “Say something! Aren’t you usually all glib and talkative? Did the Frost Chi get your damn tongue?”0

Zhao Changhe tucked his hands into his sleeves, still turned away. “I… guessed. Just a guess, that’s all.”0

“Guessed? There are no dark creatures born in this era’s Underworld, so you never could’ve seen any. How the hell could you have guessed?!” In a fit of anger, Ye Jiuyou slammed her palm into Zhao Changhe’s chest.0

Zhao Changhe, knowing he was in the wrong, did not dodge and took the blow squarely.0

Even though Ye Jiuyou had not used her full strength, the gap in their raw power was undeniable. The strike still forced a trail of blood from the corner of Zhao Changhe’s lips. He let out a muffled grunt but said nothing.0

“Why aren’t you fighting back?!”0

“Why didn’t you go for the kill? Sorry for being blunt, but that amount of power makes this fight seem more like a lovers’ quarrel.”0

Ye Jiuyou’s anger...0