Chan'er disliked Xiao Lingyue—disliked her a thousand times over, ten thousand times over.
If possible, she wished the heavens would forever divide them like the sun and moon, never to meet again.
Xiang Yuan shrugged and reasoned soundly, "Last time Senior Sister White Dragon invited you to form a team, the two of you took a huge tumble and nearly got yourselves killed..."
Chan'er had consolidated her Spirit Transformation cultivation. Just like Xiao Lingyue last time, he appeared to have only just entered the Innate Realm, but his powerful stats were enough to put him on par with the Chan'er of last time.
The two of them were entering a new world whose upper limit was peak Spirit Transformation. With the lineup unchanged, even if they could clear it, it would still be a miserable victory.
Since that was the case, why not bring Xiao Lingyue into the team?
Xiang Yuan explained his reasoning, earning a cold snort from Chan'er. She turned away, leaving him the back of someone thinking, "A turtle chanting scriptures—I'm not listening, I'm not listening."
Brimming with resentment, she said nothing!
Xiang Yuan glanced at her, taking her silence as tacit consent, and took out the jade tablet to contact Xiao Lingyue.
The result was not ideal. No matter what, she refused to answer the call.
Understandable. They were engaged now; before the wedding, they had to avoid suspicion.
"Chan'er, Senior Sister is ignoring me. You contact her."
"Why is she ignoring you?"
Chan'er flew into a rage. Her dog had opened the door and invited her in, yet that bitch had the nerve not to show him any respect.
Was this a slap in Xiang Yuan's face? Clearly, it was a slap in hers!
"How would I know? Maybe it's because of treating your injuries