Song Wanning's words had undoubtedly thrust Ye Chuxue into the eye of the storm.
All eyes turned to her, their gazes burning with anticipation.
In the eyes of the crowd, Ye Chuxue had always been beautiful and kind. She had often encouraged and inspired her fellow disciples, urging them to pursue so-called equality for all.
And so, at this moment, everyone was looking at her with great expectation.
Ye Chuxue, already worried about the poison in Gu Qingyuan, felt her heart sink at those words.
Feeling the expectant gazes surrounding her, a chill washed over her heart.
She snapped her head up to look at Song Wanning, barely able to conceal the fury and hatred in her heart.
'Song Wanning is doing this on purpose! She's setting a trap for me!'
'No matter what I choose now, it's going to be bad.'
'That Song Wanning... she's so incredibly manipulative!'
