What was love?
Bai Yunzi had always scoffed at it. She had been even more disdainful of the emotional twists and turns between her cousin and that little wimp.
But now, she was beginning to waver.
It was not because she had melodramatically fallen for someone.
Rather, she had discovered that even certain people who were powerful to the extreme possessed such feelings.
That was right. She meant her former master, Wenren Sheng.
"Lord Snake God, why didn't you take the initiative to kill him? Why did you instead make him fall asleep and let him die naturally?"
At that moment, she was kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped together, asking a certain being.
Those words already carried a strong implication of disrespect. She was questioning Snake Woman's abilities.
Fortunately, Snake Woman was not like those feudal bureaucrats, with so many taboos. As long as it was the truth, one could say whatever one pleased.
"Because he is too cautious. He never uses his true form to enter dangerous places. If he had entered even once, I could have killed him. And in that previous script world, killing him only woke him up." Snake Woman's voice echoed by her ear.
"I understand. It's like someone addicted to a game. If you let him stay addicted, it is equivalent to his death. But if you kill him repeatedly in the game and make him feel frustrated, he will instead come back to life." Bai Yunzi suddenly understood.
"Exactly. You have excellent comprehension. I heard that the men on your Earth, once provoked by women—especially goddesses—become hot-blooded and choose to take risks. You can give it a try." Snake Woman made her meaning clear.
"Understood."
Bai Yunzi thought of a history of tea artistry by a female student she had