Xiaochen saw Zhao Huai, standing tall, his chest puffed out, basking in the golden light. He was indeed handsome, arrogant, utterly self-satisfied.
There he is, your first tormentor, Ye Cangtian observed. The architect of your fall. What do you say, little spark? Is he a worthy first course?
Xiaochen didn't reply immediately. He watched Zhao Huai, committing every detail of his triumphant posture to memory. His eyes, the crimson ring in them flaring, narrowed slightly.
He had learned patience. He had learned cunning. He would not simply rage. He would be precise. He would dismantle them, piece by piece. Starting with the one who believed he was untouchable.
The ceremony dispersed. Disciples flooded out, heading to their various quarters, still chattering about the promotions, the 'clea
