As soon as he said that, Lei Dong didn't think much of it. It was only natural for Tantai Bingyun to refuse. But the cold, flat way Lei Dong had said no left Tantai Bingyun inexplicably stifled with frustration. She had grown up surrounded by praise and glory. No matter how well-mannered she was, being fawned over had gradually fostered a pride in her that even she barely recognized. However modest she appeared on the outside, deep down she still possessed an indescribable arrogance.
Ever since she had joined Tianyin Palace as a child, she had set aside the older cultivators and elders. Among the younger cultivators of her generation, only a handful could match her: Ding Wanyan, Lei Dong, Dongfang Fu, and Saintess Lan Qisi. As for the rest of her peers, very few caught her eye.
It was precisely this pride that made Tantai Bingyun somewhat conceited. She had agreed to ally with Lei Dong because he had at least earned her respect with his abilities. But she had never thought herself inferior to him, or that she ought to take second place. Now, though she herself opposed Lan Qisi's proposal, Lei Dong's outright refusal had indeed stirred the pride within her.
Lan Qisi asked, somewhat puzzled, "Young Master, why not? If you could bring Bingyun under your command, her talent and potential would make her a powerful right hand."
When Lan Qisi voiced her question, Tantai Bingyun also stopped fighting. Her expression remained calm, but inside she stared at Lei Dong with resentment. Her refusing to be brought under his command was one thing. His coldly rejecting her was another.
If anyone else had asked, Lei Dong probably wouldn't have bothered to answer. But he had other plans for Lan Qisi, the maid he had just taken