Mystic Temple.
Midway up the mountain.
Li Changxi spontaneously embraced Ji Changsheng and proclaimed, "Junior Brother, you're too considerate of the Bai Family. Given our identities, we shouldn't have to go to such lengths to deal with the Bai Family. I remember when I straight up killed their heir, and they didn't even dare let out a fart!"
Ji Changsheng muttered inwardly that it was because she was crazy.
I still have to keep a low profile.
"Senior Sister, I have my reasons, didn't the Master tell you?"
Li Changxi nodded, "The Master means no harm to you, but he has clearly underestimated your ambitions. I guess he wants you to earn some merit within the Devil Sect, and then come back to inherit his position. His intentions are good, but the only problem is that he didn't consider that you wouldn't be enticed by such illusionary fame and fortune."
Ji Changsheng internally countered that he was interested.
Sister, you overestimate me.
