After a long while, the woman spat hatefully, "I never expected that she would have such a strong cultivator by her side."
"It's merely a coincidence, I don't think Duan Qingchen will be around her all the time." Qing Lingyan was obviously not willing to give up just like that.
"She won't be so lucky the next time!" That woman sneered, her eyes glittering with hate.
The two of them exchanged glances, their gazes filled with a burning vengeance. They didn't say anything else, and just turned around and quietly left.
Meanwhile, Ling Chuxi had no idea that she had narrowly avoided a fierce battle because of Duan Xiaomo. She had managed to escape it this time, but what about the next time?
Returning to her room, Ling Chuxi no longer felt the uneasiness from earlier, but she had also lost her desire to sleep.
