“It’s more entertaining to have the dogs bite each other to the death, isn’t it?” Murong Xianxian said with a chuckle. At the same time, she stopped Ye Qing from transmitting true qi into her body and shook her head imperceptibly.0

“Is it? I don’t think so.”0

Ye Qing frowned. Murong Xianxian was a smart woman. She had always been a smart woman. However, he could not see how this was a good move no matter what. In his opinion, any move that put oneself in grave danger was, at best, a subpar move.0

It might look like Murong Xianxian was sitting tight on her fishing boat now, but she was really treading on thin ice. One misstep, one slip of weakness, and she would plunge into the depths of hell immediately.0

Murong Xianxian knew this, but she still chose to do it. There was surely a better solution...0