"Ye Qiyan..."
Pei Yong frowned as she looked at Ye Qiyan, an inexplicable discomfort rising in her heart.
"A mere newcomer who entered the Wasteland less than two years ago, yet so insolent. Even your Imperial Sequence's Angel back then was never as arrogant as you."
She disliked Ye Qiyan.
In fact, not one of the Slothful in the City of a Thousand Stars liked Ye Qiyan, or even any of the latecomers of this era.
If they could, they would have loved to bring the Wasteland to a standstill, have every stronger being die off, and become the strongest themselves.
But the torrent of the times would give no chance to those who stagnated.
Among the Slothful, Pei Yong already counted as one of the rare few still willing to leave the City of a Thousand Stars and try to return to the ranks of proper Train Conductors.
Yet even she was filled with pure malice toward a dazzling young man like Ye Qiyan.
"Are you jealous of me, you old thing?"
That malice was called [Envy].
Pei Yong's pupils contracted, anger crossing her face like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Brat! You're saying I'm jealous of you?! What nerve! You think being a genius with a set of abilities means you can do whatever you please?! I've seen plenty of geniuses like you! Your Imperial Sequence's Angel was a genius back then too!
But so what?
She was sealed for fifteen whole Wasteland Years!
Do you know that?
I even had a hand in the plan to seal her!"
Pei Yong was desperately trying to prove something.
As though telling others that she was no weakling, that she was not someone a genius could defeat!
But why?
Pei Yong's eyes instinctively tried to turn