Yun Che didn’t move. He pointed a finger at the barrier and made it blue so that Yun Shang couldn’t look inside. Then, he put his hands behind his back and said, “Do it yourself.”

“What’s wrong? You’re not interested?” Qianye Ying’er asked while looking at him sideways. 

“You were the one who changed your mind in the first place, and she gave us three hundred years of leeway with little resistance. So why do we still need to do this? Aren’t you afraid that it’ll trigger the exact opposite of what we wanted?” Yun Che let out a soft snort before his voice cooled. “Are you really trying to ‘take back control’ as you claim, or are you just venting on a woman who’s similar to you because of your own situation?”

“Similar? She!?” Qianye Ying’er sounded disdainful, but her teeth tightly clenched for a moment. Staring at Nanhuang Chanyi, she eventually said, “Fine, it’s not like doing this myself… is the worst idea in the world!”

She extended her palm and pointed her fingers at Nanhuang Chanyi, causing profound energy to circulate soundlessly like the wind. It might look gentle to another person, but it was really as firm and sharp as a blade. It instantly sliced Nanhuang Chanyi’s clothes to bits.

She made a swiping...