"Jealous?"
Du Jieyu raised an eyebrow as if she had heard the biggest joke, "Ha ha, jealous? In my entire life, I, Du Jieyu, have only ever been the object of jealousy. When have I ever needed to be jealous of someone else?"
Wen Jiaren looked at the glowing iron brand in her hand, "If that's the case, why bother with such redundancy now? Or perhaps, what are you afraid of?"
Du Jieyu was momentarily stunned by Wen Jiaren's question but then answered with a cold laugh, "You, woman, are indeed clever, which is all the more reason I cannot let you live. Don't blame me, blame your man. He should never have crossed the Taiji Sect."
Wen Jiaren also curled her lips coldly, her gaze sharp as she looked at her. Blood seeped from her cracked lips, yet she wore a mocking smile, "Are you going to kill me now? The person you're truly after hasn't arrived yet, and you're ready to kill the bait in advance? Miss Du, this is not something a smart person would do."
