Delin had underestimated Wei Rong. She had looked down on him from the lofty position of a Spirit Interpreter, assuming he should serve her. But Wei Rong stood even higher than she did. He hadn't looked down on her—he had simply ignored her. She had been thoroughly played.
And it wasn't just Wei Rong. Lu Yin had entered the game halfway through, yet he had also seized the initiative and gained more. Though she had become president, she was the biggest loser.
The times had changed. Spirit Interpreters were no longer as untouchable as they once had been, and Delin's thinking had changed, too. She had learned to think, to leverage the situation, and to increase her own worth.
"I'll handle Wei Rong's matter. Maybe you'll see him soon," Lu Yin said.
"What do you mean?" Delin asked, bewildered.
Lu Yin smiled faintly. "If I remember correctly, Weixin'er is your disciple. Shouldn't her older brother come see his little sister's mentor?"
"Is Wei Rong coming to Shui Ling Star?" Delin's gaze turned icy, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.
Lu Yin frowned. "Don't do anything that puts me in a difficult position. Some things can be handled simply and ruthlessly; others can't. Wei Rong is clever enough not to put himself in danger. I don't want you to put me on the defensive."
Delin snorted and turned to leave.
Lu Yin watched her go. Though she had learned to think, her mindset still hadn't fully changed. She needed time.
As he considered this, he turned to look in the other direction. There, an immense sea of rune lines surged toward him, nearly reaching the Enlightenment Realm. It was Cai Jianqiang.
Lu Yin hadn't expected Cai Jianqiang to show up on Shui Ling Star. It seemed he truly cared deeply