Deep in her heart, she knew that even though her status was now higher than theirs, she had to tolerate the insult. As long as she planned to escape from the Demon Realm, the Witch Realm remained her home, and she could not afford to offend them.
Her fingers tightened around the armrest, her calm expression barely concealing the storm brewing beneath.
But right now, Feng Ling's head ached from the stream of curses hurled her way. Staying by Mo Tian's side for the past few months had changed her temperament—once calm and composed, she had grown a little hot-tempered.
Still, she forced herself to stay composed. Since she plan to remain in the Witch Realm, she can't afford to offend these people, she reminded herself again and again , swallowing back the retort that burned in her throat.
