Li Qingxue was worried that Li Qingyu might suddenly betray them, and Li Qingyu never really trusted Xia Feng and the others.
Previously, the three of them had brazenly snatched the Blood Dragon Sword Hearts from her hands.
In Li Qingyu's mind, where only officials were allowed to set fires while commoners couldn't light lamps, everything good should belong to her.
For Xia Feng and the others to have taken her Blood Dragon Sword Hearts was already a grievous sin, and now they dared to use the Sword Demon as a bargaining chip with her, it was simply courting death.
But Mu Qi conveniently stood before Li Qingyu, blocking what she wanted to say.
Mu Qi seemed to imagine Li Qingyu's face-breaking moment, likely wanting to scream that sacrificing for her, dying for her, was the highest honor.
She took a deep breath and showed a somewhat troubled smile.
"Goddess Qingxue, and this gentleman follower, isn't this putting people in a difficult position?"
