"Feng Ling, what are you doing?"
Scorpion Tiger Douluo kept feeling that something was a little strange about Feng Ling.
"I just went to discuss business with Qian Ran. If you think there's a problem, feel free to tell the Cult Leader directly. He's the one who told me to approach Qian Ran," Feng Ling said. In her heart, Qian Ran was worth far more than Zhongli Wu.
To be precise, Zhongli Wu no longer had any value to her.
Zhongli Wu had no way of breaking through to Limit Douluo himself in the short term, let alone helping her. Qian Ran, on the other hand, had limitless potential.
Most importantly, Qian Ran's body held a fatal attraction for her as well. Qian Ran really did have a bearing utterly different from anyone else's; even she would fall under its spell without realizing it.
"Business? Is that necessary?"
"That brat came here under the Martial Soul Sect's banner this time. Everyone knows the Martial Soul Sect is descended from Spirit Hall. Are we supposed to stand by and watch the Martial Soul Sect rise? For us Evil Soul Masters, Spirit Hall emerging again is hardly good news," Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng analyzed.
"You only need to do your own part."
"Never mind that we still don't know whether the Martial Soul Sect has anything to do with Spirit Hall. Even if the Martial Soul Sect really is Spirit Hall under another name, so what? There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
"Right now, the Martial Soul Sect isn't the Holy Spirit Cult's enemy, but its friend." Feng Ling smiled faintly.
She couldn't care less whether the Holy Spirit Cult lived or died. If it made Qian Ran happy, what did it matter to her if