“That’s where you’re wrong. Long Chen is my man, so he’s your man too. Why shout and quarrel with your own people? If you think about it, Long Chen is my man, but then you became his woman. I should be the one angry,” said Leng Yueyan with a faint smile.

“Leng Yueyan, so you know that you were me and I was you? Then why did you harm me like this? He’s a mortal… do you realize this affects my divine root?” raged the other Leng Yueyan.

“Why would I harm you? Do you not know? Didn’t you precisely come here in order to kill me? I’m no longer under your control. Is it painful being hurt by me? When you killed my father, my mother, and my sister Nianrou, did you think about my pain?” Leng Yueyan sneered. “There is a certain phrase on the Martial Heaven Continent: man proposes, god disposes. But even gods aren’t...