Even though Zhuo fanglin's strength and realm had not increased at all ever since he had advanced, his battle prowess had improved by leaps and bounds. He had sparred with a few of his fellow sect members, and all of them had won with a single move. His ego was even greater than before, and he stood in the crowd and looked left and right, feeling as if he was a crane standing among a flock of chickens. Noticing Ling Chuxi's gaze, Zhuo fanglin turned his head around and exchanged a glance with her.
It was very strange that Ling Chuxi did not see the fear in his eyes that he usually did. Instead, there was a hint of provocation.