I'm Asking You

Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyi's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Listening to the dense footsteps outside the courtyard growing clearer by the moment, panic visibly spread across her face. The composure she had been forcing herself to maintain vanished in an instant like a punctured bubble.

The knuckles of the hand gripping her teacup turned white with force, trembling faintly. "I..."

Of course, she knew who had come outside. It was most likely Liu Qian, the sect deacon who had been ordered to make trouble for her.

Mo Mingzhu's most capable lackey among their fellow disciples.

In truth, Chen Qingyi was by no means some delicate little white flower who would let others bully her.

Growing up in a poor household could not have nurtured such a naïve disposition.

On the contrary, she understood perfectly well that even within the Great Sheng Immortal Sect, attracting others' envy and jealousy because of one's own talent was entirely normal.

The proper course was to fight back the moment one was bullied.

And that was exactly what Chen Qingyi had done. Her momentum had been extraordinarily fierce; during their first clash, she had even disregarded the damage to her meridians and fought desperately to smash Liu Qian's nose flat!

Yet unlike her previous encounters, the other party had not backed down because of her willingness to risk her life.

Instead, they had intensified their efforts, bringing in even more terrifying outside help to target her. During one mission to Soul Severing Valley, had they not feared going too far and drawing criticism from the sect's disciples, she absolutely would not have returned alive.

At last, Chen Qingyi yielded.

She understood that there was no one behind her. Ever since she had stumbled upon something she should never have learned, ninety-nine percent of her