"Sister, do we really have to do this?"
Within the Sword Casting Sect's residence, Fang Aohan hesitated.
But Fang Yun sneered. "Brother, I know women better than you do. Once you've completely conquered her, won't you be able to have your way with her? Or do you want to miss this chance and let someone else beat you to it?"
"You saw what happened today. Besides, I've already sent someone to invite Yang Ziling. Whether you go through with it or not is entirely up to you."
With that, Fang Yun said no more and walked out of Fang Aohan's room.
She knew her brother well.
He was deeply cunning, but sometimes, he was timid and lacked resolve.
If she gave him a push, he would act.
'Once Yang Ziling becomes part of my Fang Family, let's see how she'll compete with me then!'
Fang Yun laughed smugly.
'I'm really killing two birds with one stone,' she thought.
'As long as Brother takes down Yang Ziling, won't that junior brother of hers who appeared out of nowhere be mine?'
