Thinking about this, Yalien clenched her fists, her teeth nearly cracking.
What qualifications do those five little bitches have to ride over her, just because they flaunt their beauty and cling to the Ancient God's Kin?
This thought was too dangerous, and came suddenly. Yalien realized the impropriety after reacting, knowing it was the ailment of the kinship, a subconscious worship and desire for belief.
Now she can still hate Wayne, but after some time, she will find reasons for her master voluntarily.
For a moment, her heart was ashen, feeling indifferent to anything.
"Don't despair now; it's not the time to be indifferent. You still have deep grudges to settle."
Wayne frowned and asked, "Based on your understanding of Yeloin, if he's not the Plague Knight, where would he hide?"
