"Ding Yan!" Sikong Yue glared at Ding Yan. Her beautiful and bright eyes shone with murderous killing intent at this moment. "If it weren't because our fathers were best friends, I would've killed you many times over for those words! You should know the sect's rule prohibiting fellow disciples from killing each other doesn't apply to me."
The murderous intent in Sikong Yue's eyes intensified when she finished speaking.
"I know it'd be easy for you to kill me, but I honestly don't care if you kill me or not. I owe Uncle Sikong a lot anyway. If you kill me, I'd consider my debt to him repaid," Ding Yan said nonchalantly.