Yin Weiyin's defiance was apparent in her sharp gaze, causing Min Ning to pause momentarily, taken aback. It took her a while to realize that the relationship between these Immortal women was far from cordial.
Of course, it made sense—Min Ning was no stranger to the temperament of the Taichua Goddess.
Ever since their encounter in the Capital City, Min Ning had seen her disdain for common mortals, her aloofness and arrogance, and her intolerance for transient victories or defeats—her focus remained solely on the path to immortality.
Min Ning shifted her blade off Lu Ying and pressed it against Yin Weiyin's face.
"I'll ask, and you'll answer. If you refuse to answer even once, I'll cut you."
The blade's sharpness radiated a chilling intent, reflecting in Yin Weiyin's eyes. Yet, the female crown, regaining her composure, did not show much fear.
