Yun Mengyao laughed and said, "You've followed Qin Yi for so long, you're smooth with words. Lang Ya is a stuffy gourd, of course I have to help him. That's the only way it's fair."
"Fairy Yun, you just said you were on my side."
The Blood Flood Dragon muttered gloomily.
"Yeah, I support you, but that doesn't conflict with me helping Lang Ya, does it?"
The Blood Flood Dragon was very depressed. Yun Mengyao was right about one thing: women understand women best. With her help, it was hard to say who would win.
Besides, Lang Ya was from the Dragon Clan, noble by birth and with higher Cultivation than his. On those two points alone, he'd already lost.
Yin Qianqian walked over, smiling as she said, "Blood Flood Dragon, don't worry, I'll help you."
"Really?"
The Blood Flood Dragon's face lit up with surprise.
If he had Yin Qianqian's help, on the surface he and Lang Ya would at least look evenly matched.
