Inside the secret chamber.
The captured Little Daoist Nun glared at Qin Yi irritably.
Qin Yi leaned against the wall and smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Minghe sat cross-legged in the room without even lifting her eyelids. "You call yourself the Myriad Images of the Universe Young Master, and you play the part so naturally. What exactly is your relationship with Myriad Images of the Universe? I'd say you're their Young Mistress, aren't you?"
Hearing the jealousy in her words pierce the heavens, Qin Yi found it rather amusing. Usually, Qing Ying had been the one jealous of Minghe, yet the day had come when it was the other way around.
Shamelessly, he sidled closer. "I'm also the Young Mistress of Celestial Pivot Divine Palace."
"Who—who said you were the Young Mistress of Celestial Pivot Divine Palace?!" Minghe instantly broke character and reached out to push against his chest. "Don't come over here!"
"Since you refuse to acknowledge me as the Young Mistress of Celestial Pivot Divine Palace, I can only belong to Myriad Images of the Universe." Qin Yi lifted her chin with a finger and smiled. "Tell me, if you really fell into Myriad Images of the Universe's hands, what do you think would happen?"
"What could happen?" Minghe was torn between laughter and tears. "Meng Qingying might want to, but does she have the ability?"
At the far eastern edge of the Great Wilderness, Meng Qingying was speaking with Bodhi Temple when she suddenly shivered, feeling somehow offended...
Qin Yi moved closer still. "Mm... Qing Ying might not have that ability, but the Young Mistress does. So I'll do it in her stead."
"Pah! Hey, hey, hey, you're really coming closer! You, you..."
Qin Yi had already moved beside Minghe's cheek, less than an inch away.