Before them stood a woman.
She wore a long red dress, beneath which a pair of jade-like legs flickered in and out of view. Her thick, beautiful hair draped over her shoulders.
The dress's neckline fell right at her chest, revealing a sliver of fragrant shoulder, while the cleavage at the collar was impossible to overlook.
As for her beauty, it simply could not be described in words.
Her figure curved in all the right places—she was the finest of the finest.
If Yun Qiyue's first impression had been that of a cold, aloof older sister, then the woman before him was a warm and enthusiastic big sister.
"Senior Sister, what grudge do you have against her? Is it really enough to warrant this?"
Ye Lin leaned close to Yun Qiyue and whispered.
"An irreconcilable, life-and-death grudge."
"If you can kill her, I'll do anything you ask."
Yun Qiyue gritted her teeth. Her smile did not reach her eyes, and her voice was icy.
Ye Lin slightly raised his head to glance at the woman, then silently lowered it again.
Was the hatred really that deep?
"Senior Sister, she's coming over."
The moment Ye Lin said that, he saw that Yun Qiyue—whose face had been ice-cold just moments ago—now wore a dazzling smile.
"Isn't this Sister Qiyue? Your little sister greets Sister Qiyue."
"Little Sister Wan'er, there's no need to be so polite. We've known each other for tens of thousands of years, yet you're still acting like such a stranger. If you keep this up, I'll get angry."
"Please don't be angry, Sister Qiyue. Your little sister was wrong."
Watching the two breathtakingly beautiful women politely defer to one another, Ye Lin stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with himself.
What had Senior Sister just told