"Miss Ling'er!"
Lin Jianxing chased after her again.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Feiling raised her brows, glanced at him, and said, "Are you trying to steal someone else's woman?"
Lin Jianxing froze.
He had not expected those words to come from Jiang Feiling's mouth.
His intentions had been exposed. It was rather awkward.
"Actually, it's very simple. If you agree to one condition of mine, I'll abandon Lin Feng," Jiang Feiling said.
"What...?"
Lin Jianxing asked instinctively.
"Go kill Lin Wuyi, then bring me her head."
After saying that, Jiang Feiling did not look back. She rushed straight out of the Extreme Cultivation Path and vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Lin Wuyi? The Seventh Vein Mistress?"
Lin Jianxing stood rooted to the spot.
Leaving aside the enormous gulf between them—something he might not accomplish even in thousands of years—the very notion itself was already outrageously rebellious.
"She was teasing you. Couldn't you tell?"
A faint, ghostly voice spoke from within Lin Jianxing.
That voice might have come from his Companion Space, or perhaps somewhere else.
"I could tell... And she guessed that the elders wanted them to leave Lin Feng. She even guessed that it might have been the Seventh Vein Mistress's idea."
Lin Jianxing's expression darkened coldly.
"Or perhaps Dongshen Yue and the others saw through it," the voice said.
"No matter who it was, the fact that she teased me at least proves that she is absolutely on Lin Feng's side. To her, the Seventh Vein Mistress's plan to steal someone else's woman is laughable," Lin Jianxing said.
"That's right. Hahaha... You got put in your place by a little girl. How laughable, how laughable."
That voice broke into unrestrained laughter.
Lin Jianxing's face grew darker and darker.
"Feeling miserable? Regretting it?