Hearing Mo Li's words and seeing the schadenfreude on her face, Zhao Ji merely glanced at her. Her fair face, white as fresh snow, remained completely expressionless.
She asked, "Qiu Tu's advancement failed, and you seem very happy about that?"
Though phrased as a question, her tone was exceedingly certain.
Mo Li did not hide it in the slightest.
She swung her little feet, lifted her chin slightly, and said without reservation, "Of course I'm happy."
"Out of everyone in this world, Qiu Tu is the one I hate most."
"Why?" Zhao Ji asked.
Mo Li shot her a sideways glance and gritted her teeth. "Say you painstakingly raised two flowers, cared for them in every possible way, and cultivated them with all your heart. Then someone suddenly plucks them away from you. And he plucks both of them at once!"
"Wouldn't you hate him?"
Zhao Ji did not know what Mo Li had been plotting over the past several hundred years, but because of Qiu Tu's analysis, she knew Mo Li seemed to have done something to both her and La Riluo.
Thus, she understood that the two flowers Mo Li spoke of were herself and La Riluo.
So, she gave Mo Li a faint look and said coolly, "We are not flowers. Nor were we cultivated by you."
"If we must be described that way, then we are wild grass—wild grass growing freely in the wilderness."
Mo Li could not be bothered to argue with Zhao Ji. Hearing her words, she kept swinging her little feet and said carelessly, "Anyway, I just hate Qiu Tu."
"I hope he overdid it during this cultivation session and not only failed to improve, but actually regressed!"
"If he loses control and gets assimilated by Calamity Power into a monster, I'll be