Chapter 400: Fifth World: Mist of Death

Ever wondered how it feels to watch your lover being lured by another person right in front of you? If Wen Qinxi could describe such a feeling it would like your chest was being crushed by a twenty-tonne vinegar tanker. After it's done crushing you the vinegar stings your wounds like a thousand needles stabbing at the skin all at once.

Well, his description could be labelled as exaggerated but that's the only illustration he could come up with right now. Wen Qinxi found the food rather tasteless when he saw Nu Shen brazenly tugging at Qie Ranzhe's sleeve while calling out, "Sect leader," in a coquettish voice.

Unable to hide his contemptuous look, Wen Qinxi smacked the chopsticks on the table and stood up to leave in a huff. The entire table fell silent watching the grown man leave without a word. Qie Xieling was about to place a piece of stir-fried pork into Zhao Zhi's bowl when the man up and left just like that.