"Do you intend to challenge Tian Quezi on your own? Ye Huli, you really are a dark horse. Come clean, are you also highly skilled as a martial artist? How skilled are you? Could you possibly be a Martial Saint too?" Yun Sheng was overjoyed inside.
Why hadn't she thought of it before, to simply have someone go and slit Tian Quezi's throat?
As long as Tian Quezi can no longer compete, then it will no longer be Yun Bahe's problem.
One-fourth of Great Zhou's Purple Gold Vein would also be preserved, and Emperor of Great Zhou would no longer have grounds to pick on the Yun Residence.
However, Ye Beiming was not pleased. He couldn't help but rap Yun Sheng's little head, his phoenix eyes half annoyed, half dissatisfied.
"Little Wildcat, you're not being fair. I've been entirely open and generous with you, always thinking of you first when it comes to good opportunities. Yet look at you, pushing me forward when it comes to a suicide mission."
Ye Beiming felt sour inside.
