Su Qiao laughed.
This woman—no, it should be said that this woman's mother was truly formidable. In such a short time, she had already taught her daughter how to respond.
What a pity. This was not something they could simply brush aside with a few words.
"Ha, of course there is!"
Su Qiao pointed at her senior brother, Linyuan, who was standing to one side of the palace, and said bluntly, "Because you had your eye on this man long ago, and because you're extremely jealous of me."
"You believe yourself to be the noble daughter of the Flower God, a peerless beauty in appearance and cultivation, with an unrivaled identity and status. Yet you never expected that my senior brother would have no interest in you and would instead take a liking to someone as crude, arrogant, and mischievous as me. That left you unwilling to accept it and deeply unhappy."
"Junior Sister..."
Divine Lord Linyuan was extremely anxious. He stepped forward, wanting to say something.
Su Qiao did not even look at him and continued loudly, "You not only couldn't stand me, but you were also jealous that someone like me, who never worked hard at cultivation, could easily defeat you in the arena and make you the laughingstock of everyone."
"You're also jealous that I'm prettier than you, that my family background and status are higher than yours, that my parents are the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress, and that the master I worship is an Innate Saint and Mother of Earth. Everyone else dotes on me and indulges me, and even the minor gods and immortals flatter me and give way to me. Of course you'd feel extremely unbalanced inside."
Immortal Maiden Yuyao had never expected her to see through every thought she had harbored all