Crisis of the Angel Clan

Seeing Yu Mengdi like this, Zhao Die'er, who knew her daughter's temperament well, could not help but sigh.

To be honest, an outstanding young man like the Tower Master would naturally be liked by many people. That was beyond doubt.

And now, even her own daughter had fallen for him.

If it had been some other exceptional young man, Zhao Die'er would not have said much. She might even have been happy to see that her daughter had finally opened her eyes and come to like someone.

But that was the Tower Master, the man Ye Guyi loved. Anyone could compete with Ye Guyi, but no one else from the Angel Clan could do such a thing.

After all, Ye Guyi was now the inheritor of Ancestor Qian Renxue and someone destined to become the Angel God. If Mengdi chose to compete with Ye Guyi, would that not be insubordination?

The Angel God's status within the Angel Clan went without saying.

Honestly, having finally seen hope for the Angel Clan's revival, Zhao Die'er did not want Yu Mengdi and Ye Guyi to make their relationship too strained. Otherwise, would her own branch still have any hope in the future?

"Mengdi, I must warn you. Even if you have feelings for the Tower Master, you must put them away. For the prosperity of the Angel Clan, remember this: some people are not yours to touch!" Zhao Die'er's voice rose, her expression stern.

Hearing this, Yu Mengdi silently lowered her head and said nothing. In the end, she reluctantly murmured, "Mm."

Seeing this, Zhao Die'er felt somewhat helpless. But she had already said what needed to be said, and it was not appropriate to continue pressing the matter. She changed the subject. "All right, Mengdi. Our plan to hunt Evil Soul Masters