Chen Jing glared back coldly, her deep red hair tangled around her beautiful eyes as she bit her tender lips and said irritably, "If you can't speak, then shut up."
"Who exactly can't speak? I saved you, passed on the legacy to you, and gave you my whole heart, yet you call me Extinction Master Tai? Then are you Zhou Zhiruo? No, you're not, you love-struck fool—at most you're Zhao Min. As the former Young Lord of Babel Tower, your methods are too soft. If you had half the ruthlessness of Zhou Zhiruo, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
The leader noticed the Holy Light flickering once again beneath her pale skin and, worrying that her consciousness might go out of control again, quickly changed the subject, "But I am very satisfied with these several actions against the Akasha Holy Church. I hope that when you ascend to the Ninth Realm, you could first go kill Yuan Ze."
Chen Jing didn't even know who that was and wasn't interested.
Her world contained only one man.
