"The one who wants your sister dead is not just me."
The middle-aged woman replied sinisterly, "In the Wangyou Sect, having a Wang Qing is enough. There's no need to take the risk to nurture a little country girl. How could someone with Sikong Ling's temperament possibly have a future?"
In fact, it was more out of jealousy and dislike.
For relatively ordinary disciples like Wang Hua and Wang Wei, they would, of course, follow the Sect Master's wishes completely. But besides the Sect Master, there were other powerhouses in the Wangyou Sect who had their own desires.
Especially Senior Sister Wang Qing, who absolutely hated Sikong Ling for stealing her position.
Sikong Jing narrowed his beastly eyes and continued to ask, "Ling'er, what kind of temperament does she have?"
"She's an idiot, a kind-hearted idiot."
The middle-aged woman finished speaking and covered her mouth, not understanding why she would speak the utter truth under the terrifying pressure of death.
