The Demon Plane

Leng Yaozhu had only just returned to the Spirit Pagoda when Ya Li appeared right on her heels. "Sister Yaozhu, I trust you've been well."

"Don't come, don't come—then why don't you actually not come?" Leng Yaozhu gave Ya Li no face at all. She knew exactly what Ya Li had come to her for.

If it weren't for Ya Li lifting her skirt and pretending not to know anyone afterward, then now, if she wanted Xia Yi's help with forging, forget two sets of Two-Word Battle Armor—even ten sets of Three-Word Battle Armor would only be a matter of one sentence.

Was there any need to come looking for her?

"Sister Yaozhu, you'll break my heart talking like that. I've always been thinking of you, so how can you treat me this way?" Ya Li giggled, not angry in the least. She came to Leng Yaozhu's desk and, as if she were right at home, poured herself a cup of top-grade Snow Domain Heavenly Dragon Tea, not treating herself as an outsider at all. As she drank, she said, "Isn't it just two sets of Two-Word Battle Armor? Only your Xia Yi would be so petty. I'm different. I've always repaid resentment with virtue. What I brought you this time—forget two sets of Two-Word Battle Armor, it's worth more than ten sets of Four-Word Battle Armor."

"I don't want it. Pay me back my money, then pay for this cup of tea, and then get out." Leng Yaozhu folded her arms across her chest and looked at Ya Li coldly.

She had always known Ya Li was hiding something from her, perhaps even something related to whether Ya Li had become a god.

Last time, no matter how much she pestered and pleaded, Ya Li hadn't said a word.