"I don't fight women, and you can't beat me either." Yan Che glanced at Ye Lingyue and then at Lan Cai'er.
He preferred the little girl who smiled with her eyes shining like the moon, and didn't like the other fierce one.
"What, say that again, you said I can't beat you." Lan Cai'er was instantly provoked.
She was ranked tenth in the Daxia Imperial Competition, the young miss of the General Mansion, and had begun learning to fight even before she could walk. And now she was told by a boy who didn't even know a bit of Primordial Power that she couldn't beat him?
"Missy, you should go back where you came from. I don't want your silver." Yan Che, who apparently had never encountered a woman like Lan Cai'er, also decided to close up his stall and started to pack up his tray intending to leave.
