No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

The Dark Star Society had almost finished secretly setting up formations to siphon Source Power and cause widespread destruction.

Yan Qiushui herself had also been keeping a close eye on Luo Jia's recent whereabouts.

Everything was ready. All that remained was to start the war.

Rebellion was no small matter. Once the bowstring was drawn, there was no turning back. To ensure nothing went wrong, Yan Qiushui had gathered the resources of the entire Dark Star Society and prepared a large number of recovery pills, as well as weapons capable of dealing massive one-time damage.

On the night before the war, Yan Qiushui invited Lin Yi to a mountain peak outside Dark Prosperity headquarters.

The moon was full that night, yet it carried a faint crimson tint, as though even it sensed the bloodshed that was about to come.

"Little Brother Lin Yi, is there anything you want?"

"If I can give it to you, I'll give it all to you tonight. Starting tomorrow, whether we live or die will depend on whether we are strong or weak."

As she spoke, Yan Qiushui brushed back the loose strands of hair by her ear, striking a deliberately seductive pose. It was hard to tell whether she was offering him things—or herself.

Lin Yi looked at the beautiful woman before him, but his heart remained unmoved.

He had seen far too many beauties. Trying to keep him by her side with something like this was a little too clumsy. Did she not realize how old she was?

Even if Yan Qiushui looked young due to her immense strength, she was still nearly a hundred years old.

If he could not even resist the temptation of a centenarian, would that not be absurd?

"What is it, Sister Yan? Are you that lacking in