""Sister Zhu, if I've helped you vent your anger, couldn't you give me a smile?"
With a sense of helplessness, Sun Lin whispered to Zhu Yanqing. The female cultivators at their table were sneakily glancing at him, feeling displeased in their hearts when they saw Zhu Yanqing's cold demeanor towards their male idol.
Indeed, comparing oneself to others can be infuriating.
"Thank you," Zhu Yanqing said softly. She harbored an irreconcilable hatred towards the Divine Power Palace, and despite seeing Yang Shiqi of the Divine Power Palace severely injured by Sun Lin, she didn't feel the slightest bit of joy.
After all, Yang Shiqi was from a younger generation and had no direct connection to the old grudges.
Ever since her heart had been occupied by Qin Jun, she had no fondness for any other exceptional men, not even for Sun Lin's various attentions, which she found disdainful instead.
