Ling Yan could not help but chuckle at Ye Qingtang's reply.
"Holy Son Ming Wang should have reached the capital by now. You need to do your best in playing the role of the Holy Lord, Miss Ye."
"…" Upon hearing of Ming Wang's arrival, Ye Qingtang's lofty ambitions fell apart.
In the entire Temple of Shadows, Ming Wang was her largest source of pressure.
He had never trusted her from the start and even sent Lady Ghost to monitor her.
And now, he actually came personally. Just great.
"You'll have to be careful then. As the Holy Lord of Shadows, I will definitely support the Eldest Prince to ascend as the Crown Prince." Ye Qingtang sighed. The Temple of Shadows was a double-edged sword, and it would not be so easy for her to wield it to her advantage.
"Just bring it on, Miss Ye. I can still handle it." Ling Yan replied with a light-hearted laugh.
Sighing, Ye Qingtang did not say anything much and kept the voice transmission stone.
