Zhao Lingyu could hardly wait to start her rebellion.
"A dead fish breaks the net; we'll make our move tonight."
Once she had rescued them, she would openly rebel on the spot, no longer needing to feign compliance with her worthless brother.
With the foundation of the Shenxiao Sect, her dominance could take its first step.
She was fed up with hiding like a hidden dragon in the abyss; tonight, she must soar!
However, before she could take flight, Lin Yun brought her crashing down.
"No need to rush; take it slow."
Zhao Lingyu: "..."
Good fellow, weren't the ones suffering in Guantian Prison your fellow disciples?
"When do you plan to make your move, then?"
"Tomorrow night."
Seeing Lin Yun's confidence, Zhao Lingyu realized he had another arrangement in mind, although she felt somewhat unwilling to wait.
If they acted tomorrow night, she would have to deal with the people from the Sword Sect again, introducing many more variables.
