Tantai Yi said coldly, "Hu Xianzi is perfect, truly like a Heavenly Immortal. It's just that I, Tantai, am not worthy of you."
"It's just that I, Tantai, am not worthy of you," such a rejection was so cold and chilling, yet it gave one the helpless feeling of a mouse trying to gnaw on a tortoise—nowhere to start.
Hu Huo'er was even more infuriated, her voice trembling: "Fine, fine! Since you said that! Then at this birthday feast, I will choose a man who is worthy of me!"
This time, Tantai Yi's silence lasted longer, and after a while, he finally said, "Then I wish the fairy to find a suitable match soon, and have boundless prospects in your future Dual Cultivation." His tone was still as plain as boiled water, revealing no trace of emotion.
Hearing no response from Hu Huo'er, Qiongqi pursed its lips and mimicked a whistle "whoosh," as if some object flew through the air. Subsequently, Tantai grunted.
"This woman whipped Tantai Yi," Changtian's description was still so brief.
