Qian Ran had no idea Feng Ling had imagined so much.
But these women who admired strength had basically all maxed out their palace intrigue skills.
"Hmph. You have no respect for your elders," Ye Xishui snorted coldly.
She found Feng Ling extremely irritating. This woman had never abandoned her ambitions. She had always tried every possible means to climb higher. First she had gone to Shrek Academy, then to the Holy Spirit Cult, and now she had come to Qian Ran's side.
"Tch. Ye Xishui, don't tell me you think I'm still that subordinate you could order around however you liked?" Feng Ling said irritably as well. She had Qian Ran now, and she was only still the Holy Spirit Cult's Vice Cult Master on the surface. If she had not wanted to handle things for Qian Ran, she would not have cared about the Holy Spirit Cult at all. They were both Qian Ran's women now, so why should she be afraid of Ye Xishui?
Would Ye Xishui actually dare kill her right in front of Qian Ran?
"You!" A trace of coldness flashed through Ye Xishui's beautiful eyes. The space around Feng Ling warped, and the air solidified into light, as though a huge hand had clamped around Feng Ling's neck.
Ye Xishui had never been an easy person to deal with. Women who admired strength all shared one trait: a fierce temper. Ye Xishui was exactly like that.
"All right, all right. We're all on the same side," Qian Ran hurriedly said, at a loss for words.
Neither of these women was a lamp that burned little oil. Taking them into his harem would probably throw it into chaos. Unlike Qian Ran's other lovers, Ye Xishui and Feng Ling would certainly scheme against each other once