Qiao Ranran had already confronted Yu Mingxuan openly, so there was no need to keep traveling together. It would only make things awkward if they came to blows later.
Pei Ling's eyes curved in a smile, but they were icy beneath it. "I haven't forgotten what happened at the entrance."
Yu Mingxuan's heart jolted. Sure enough, Pei Ling had said nothing throughout the journey, without even a hint of a reaction to what she had done. But he had kept it in mind. Who knew when he might strike?
There was no way her attack on Qiao Ranran would be so easily brushed aside.
The two groups parted. Zhong Yunkun was the most disappointed. If it had been up to him, he would have stayed with Qiao Ranran. At least they could still talk, and he felt he had much to learn from her. Leaving like this felt like a loss.
But because of Yu Mingxuan, they had no choice but to part ways with Qiao Ranran's group. Yan Qingsui was right: if Yu Mingxuan kept acting like this, she might eventually have none of the senior brothers who defended her left at her side.
Of course, Qiao Ranran would have told Yan Qingsui that even if Yu Mingxuan recognized the problem, she probably would not change. It was how she survived. Besides, if Qiao Ranran and Pei Ling had not appeared halfway through, Wei Huai would not have lived long enough to become Yu Mingxuan's support.
When Wei Huai no longer wanted to be "used" by Yu Mingxuan—though she might not care, since her uncanny Fortune ensured she would always meet someone willing—would she reflect even a little, if she truly cared about this senior brother of hers?
Only after everyone had left did Yan Qingsui crouch in front