Unbeknownst to Li Meirong, Shu Qianqian disdainfully sized her up. Slumped shoulders, unbrushed hair carelessly left untied, lacking ornaments or gems. The plain girl never bothered with any accessories to make herself stand out. She only dabbed a bit of rouge on her lips and powdered her face once in a while. Her scars were concealed by the effects of magical herbs, camouflaging the imperfections which Shu Qianqian knew were still under the surface.

Shu Qianqian never understood why Brother Cheng was so fascinated with the dull girl. She was all the more astounded by Li Meirong's association with someone as handsome and powerful as the senior she just met.

Granted, she had even considered Li Meirong her friend for a while, but now that she had hurt her beloved, it was impossible for them to remain under good terms.

Shu Qianqian threw Li Meirong a dirty look of disgust.

Standing directly in front of her, Li Meirong's eyebrows furrowed in discomfort as her clear eyes fixed upon Shu Qianqian's. She was able to recognize that look from a mile away. Although she had expected this eventual retaliation from Shu Qianqian, she still found herself upset and disappointed by it.

"Let's stop pretending. If there's something you wish to tell me, then say it now." Li Meirong's voice was low, devoid of feeling.

"You…!" Shu Qianqian gnashed her teeth in frustration and unclasped her hold over the cup in her hands. The hot drink spilled to the ground as the clay cup shattered into pieces.

She grew all the more aggravated, unable to muster the actual words she wished to say, still petrified by the ominous aura of the grandmaster's son…

During the time Senior Disciple Zhu exited the cabin, without saying a single word, he directed a wave of oppressive force towards Shu Qianqian. Its deadliness caused the girl's blood to nearly flow in reverse.

Had the senior cultivator kept going for even a second longer, Shu Qianqian feared she would have been permanently crippled.

His force was terrifying, unimaginably powerful. And after being inflicted by the man's qi, Shu Qianqian lost the confidence to physically confront Li Meirong for Brother Cheng's sake.

Still, she refused to back out without a fight, even if only a verbal one.

Shu Qianqian's voice was filled with spite and her eyes brimmed with tears as she spat out. "I'll tell you what I think! I think you always act as if you don't care about anyone or anything. You continuously reject someone as amazing as Brother Cheng, but actually, you're really just a slut! You don't want to commit to anyone, not really. Instead, you play around with a different man and trample on Brother Cheng's feelings! I guess the rumours weren't a lie! Li Meirong, you don't deserve his affections and you don't deserve my friendship!"

Words flew out of her mouth that Shu Qianqian never thought she'd dare to say. She instantly knew from the look in Li Meirong's eyes that they hit exactly where it hurts. In that moment, their friendship had shattered for good.

Li Meirong's gaze grew cold. She pointed at the doorway and whispered the same words Zhu Qingyue spoke before.

"Get out."