The Bloodthirsty Vines Xue Fuyao had grown differed from real Bloodthirsty Vines in only one respect: hers had no thoughts of their own and obeyed her commands completely. They could only be considered tools.
Seeing that the dangerous poison gas had been dealt with, the people who had been so panicked just moments ago quickly calmed down. Looking at the trapped Snake Demons, they immediately vented all their fury on them, especially those who had come into contact with the poisonous mist. The parts of their bodies exposed to it had already begun to fester and bleed.
Watching their furious assault, Xue Fuyao turned and slipped away, keeping her deeds and fame deeply hidden.
Just as she returned to Wutong Valley, she ran straight into Lin Yanran, who had been waiting there like someone guarding a tree stump for a rabbit.
"Wait! You're finally back. You've kept this princess waiting far too long."
Xue Fuyao looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared before her. After a moment's thought, she remembered meeting her when she had gone out earlier. She seemed to be some sort of princess.
"Did you need something from me?" Xue Fuyao asked.
If she had not sensed no malice in the girl's expression, she would have suspected that she had come to pick a fight.
"This princess has taken a liking to you. From today onward, we're friends." As she spoke, Lin Yanran lifted her delicate little chin, wearing an arrogant expression that said, "Well? Hurry up and thank me for the favor."
If Xue Fuyao really had been an eight- or nine-year-old girl, she probably would have exploded by now. After all, Lin Yanran's words had amounted to a blatant humiliation, even if she had not intended it.
Looking at the princess before her, as