"Miss Ling'er!" Lin Jianxing chased after her.

Just as he was about to speak, Feiling arched an eyebrow and glanced at him. "Are you trying to poach me?"

Lin Jianxing was stunned. He hadn’t expected those words to come out of Feiling's mouth and felt exposed and embarrassed.

"It's actually very simple. Promise me one thing and I’ll leave Lin Feng," Feiling said.

"What?" Lin Jianxing asked.

"Kill Lin Wuyi and give me her head." With that, she rushed out of the Zenith Way without so much as a second glance and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Lin Wuyi? The seventh branch mistress?" Lin Jianxing stood there, dumbfounded. Given the huge difference in their strength, thousands...