Ye Zhiyao's expression turned ugly at the sight.
It wasn't that she absolutely had to continue the fight. In fact, this war held no meaning for her. Whether they fought or not was of no importance to her.
But… she couldn't stand the smug look on Lu Sangjiu's face.
And she certainly couldn't bear to see her acting like a savior, dictating terms from on high!
'On what grounds? She's clearly inferior to me in every way, yet she's always so damn lucky!'
'Everyone likes her. Everyone wants to help her.'
'But how can they not see the injustice I've suffered, being suppressed and ostracized by Lu Sangjiu?'
'I refuse to accept this!'
Ye Zhiyao shot a sharp look at Master Qian He. "It's one thing for you to defend Lu Sangjiu, but are you really going to agree to a truce now?"
