Everyone stared at Beitang Piaoxue's bedraggled state in shock. A bright-red palm print stood out on her alluring, snow-white face.
Because of her earlier injuries, her aura was faintly unstable. Her crimson, furious eyes were fixed dead on Bai Yu, and her icy voice seemed ready to swallow him alive.
That bitch actually dared to slap her in front of everyone!
How dared she? How dared she?!
The scorching gazes around her drove her rage to its peak, especially Shu Lichuo's provocative eyes—and Lu Youruo in her hands.
Those were all things belonging to the Royal Court. Lu Youruo in particular was someone the Holy King had personally demanded, and one of the objectives of her trip here!
Yet that bastard Bai Yu was targeting her again.
"Go to war?"
"Hehe, I'm afraid Your Highness the Imperial Consort doesn't get the final say on that. Besides, this is your compensation. Since I've accepted it, shouldn't the score between us be settled?"
Bai Yu smiled faintly, his tone even.
Yan Ling stood watching this scene with a somewhat dazed expression. Things had been fine—how had they started fighting again?
He had been about to mediate the conflict between Bai Yu and Beitang Piaoxue. If he succeeded, it would be a great merit. But what was this supposed to mean now?
"Fellow Daoist Bai, might there be some misunderstanding here?"
After pondering for a moment, Yan Ling still slowly stepped forward and spoke to Bai Yu.
"Master Yan Ling, you jest. There is no misunderstanding. Lu Youruo is fated with me. I'm saving her from this sea of suffering now—this is a great merit. Don't obstruct me."
Bai Yu said with a smile.
As the aura around Beitang Piaoxue grew increasingly violent, Bai Yu could no longer be bothered to linger. The