"Senior Sister, I don't think Senior Brother Jiang Siming is worthy of you," the honest young man finally mustered the courage to say.
Tian Ling'er turned her head, wrinkled her delicate nose, and said, "What does a blockhead like you know? You'll never understand how good Senior Brother Jiang is. It's precisely because he's so outstanding that so many girls like him. Otherwise, why would a girl as wonderful as Junior Sister Zhao like him?"
The honest young man was rendered speechless. He stammered, "But he's already together with Junior Sister Zhao. Wouldn't you be losing out by still pining after him, Senior Sister?"
Tian Ling'er immediately put her hands on her hips and pouted. "Who said I'm the one losing out? Besides, how do you know I'll lose? My name is Tian Ling'er, and hers is Zhao Ling'er. I refuse to believe I'll lose to her. Isn't it just that she met Senior Brother Jiang before me? So what?"
As she spoke, Tian Ling'er grew indignant. "Besides, Senior Brother Jiang hasn't married her. Why can't I compete for him? Xiao Fan, you should support me instead of telling me to give up. My parents both support me too."
Zhang Xiaofan wore a wooden expression and scratched his head with a feigned foolish grin. He said nothing more.
In truth, the hand gripping the Soul Devouring Staff had already tightened until his knuckles turned white.
Even so, Tian Ling'er still defended Jiang Siming. As her insignificant junior brother, perhaps he would never have a chance in this lifetime.
His heart was filled with unbearable pain. The Soul Devouring Staff in Zhang Xiaofan's hand seemed to sense its master's suffering, and demonic power quietly seeped from the Soul Devouring Bead inside the staff into Zhang Xiaofan's body.
An imperceptible seed of