"The blade of this sword is ice blue – that person’s favorite color. Its appearance is dainty and delicate, yet complex and detailed. It belongs to the ice element, perfect for that person. Hehe, if I am not wrong, Mo Qing Fu, you are planning to impress your Mistress with this sword, aren’t you?"
The beautiful young lady grinned teasingly, staring at the handsome young man.
Immediately, Mo Qing Fu’s face darkened. He said coldly, "Yue Lian Han, if you want to fight, then I will humor you. But please do not make fun of the Mistress."
Mo Qing Fu?
Mistress?
Ling Xian froze. He felt like he heard this name before but he cannot pinpoint where he’s heard that name from.
"Ayo, the young man in love has gotten angry."
Yue Lian Han giggled but did not lessen the sarcasm in her voice. She continued, "I know the Mistress is positioned high in your heart and should never be made fun of by others. Nonetheless, I want to talk about her. What are you going to do about it?"