Meng Yutong sat in her chair, her leisurely, contented eyes carrying a slight edge.
Clearly, Little Chili, carried away by smugness, had not realized this was a trap.
She stepped forward twice, cupped her hands, and said, "Reporting to Master, there is a saying that goes well: three years east of the river, three years west of the river; do not bully a young girl for being poor!"
"Second Senior Sister was indeed once an existence people looked up to, but ever since my bloodline talent awakened, my cultivation has risen like water lifting a boat. Though I cannot compare to a monstrous existence like Junior Brother, I am still among the finest of the heavenly prides of my generation!"
As she spoke, her gaze could not help drifting toward Duan Shuyun and the others, the implication being that she was far stronger than First Senior Sister and the rest.
A mere Second Senior Sister, playing with swords and cultivating all day, still had not gotten as much effect as her own casual bit of effort.
"Hehe! Yao'er is right. In just two and a half years, you broke through one major realm and three minor realms in succession. I think even Big Senior cannot compare to you, Yao'er."
A faint, almost imperceptible smile hung on Meng Yutong's face.
When Yun Yao heard this, the smile blooming on her face grew even harder to restrain, and she was still basking in Meng Yutong's praise with smug delight.
"That's right, that's right... I dare not say anything else, but across all of Fairy Cloud Peak, I, Yun Yao, can absolutely rank as the number two combat force. Master, you can rest easy and go into seclusion. With me issuing decrees in the Inner Court, who would dare disobey?"
Meng Yutong: "Big