Mo Beixing sneered at Yang Qing and the others.
This time, she had lost.
She had thought she could complete her mission, only to see all her efforts come to nothing at the final hurdle.
At that thought, she turned and shot Mu Feng another vicious glare.
If not for him, would she have suffered such a crushing defeat?
"He harbors ulterior motives. Do you truly not care? Aren't you afraid you'll end up dying at his hands?"
Seeing how composed Yang Qing and the others were, Mo Beixing could not swallow her anger and turned her gaze back to Mu Feng.
She refused to believe that his past did not bother them in the slightest.
Or his purpose in approaching them.
Yang Qing looked at the increasingly furious Mo Beixing and smiled faintly. "Holy Maiden, have you forgotten your own position?"
"My position?"
"A Holy Maiden should reveal neither joy nor anger, treating every storm as nothing out of the ordinary. Since you became the Holy Maiden, you ought to be the cream of the crop. Yet look at you now. Don't you think you've failed miserably?"
There were many Saintess Palace disciples on the Sacred Mountain.
Among them were many suitable candidates to become the next Holy Maiden, but regardless, they all had to undergo rigorous trials and competition before they could truly claim that title.
Whoever ultimately ascended to that glorious seat had also trodden over mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach it.
By all rights, Mo Beixing should have understood her circumstances perfectly. What she needed to do was wait for an opportunity to act, as she had before.
Yet now, she was like a shrew on the street, making no attempt to hide any of her thoughts.
This could only mean that