"Where's that bastard Qin Yi? Why isn't he back yet?"
In a courtyard somewhere in the Netherworld Hall, Yun Mengyao and Yin Qianqian were lazily lounging in rocking chairs.
Hearing Yun Mengyao's complaint, Yin Qianqian turned her head to glance at her, "What, you miss him?"
"Tch, who misses him? I'm just afraid he might die out there."
"The news has spread these past few days; this guy destroyed seven branches of the Sword Sect in a row. I bet he's being chased by the Sword Sect people right now."
"You say he left mysteriously without us, only to cause trouble for the Sword Sect. Was that something to hide from us? Wouldn't we support him?"
Whenever Qin Yi was mentioned, Yun Mengyao would go on and on, full of complaints.
"What could you do if you went with him? Be a burden?"
Yin Qianqian's words were a jab, leaving Yun Mengyao rolling her eyes.
"I'm really strong now. I wouldn't be a burden at all, okay?"
