Ling Tian's words, "selfish," shook Hua Min'er to her core. In a fit of pique, she told him to beg her, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Yet when she saw him actually beg, jealousy surged within her, and she answered with one icy remark after another. She waved the jade slip in front of Ling Tian, then energy burst from her hand, and the slip instantly crumbled to dust.
Seeing the jade slip containing the cultivation technique shatter, Ling Tian felt as if his own heart had broken. His body swayed, his expression vacant and disbelieving.
"Hua Min'er, you've gone too far!" Lian Yue rebuked her angrily. With a thought, she summoned the Nine Flying Swords, which immediately swept toward Hua Min'er in a murderous storm.
"Yue'er, don't! Min'er has her reasons..." Yao Yu flashed in front of the swords to block them, struggling to find the words to defend Hua Min'er.
Though burning with rage, Lian Yue still couldn't bring herself to attack Yao Yu. She forced the swords to turn back.
"Martial Sister, you don't need to defend me. I have no reasons." Hua Min'er's voice rang out coldly. Though she was speaking to Yao Yu, her eyes never left Ling Tian. "I'm just jealous of Lian Xin. How am I any worse than her? Why does Ling Tian treasure her above everything? I'd be more than happy to see her never wake up."
Even Yao Yu couldn't help frowning at those words, while Lian Yue was beside herself with rage. She tried to go around Yao Yu and attack Hua Min'er, but Yao Yu wouldn't let her pass, and the two found themselves locked in a stalemate.
Hearing Hua Min'er say, "I'd be more than happy to see her never wake