"Sister Yao, don't you understand by now? Mr. Lin isn't someone we can provoke. We'd better quickly bow our heads and apologize to him," said a Cinnabar Palace disciple at the peak of the Divine Transformation Second Realm.
"If you want to apologize, do it yourself. I certainly won't!" Yao Xiaoling was very stubborn, truly fed up with this humiliation.
"Sister Yao, are you trying to force all of us to go to our deaths for you?" one of the female disciples from Cinnabar Palace asked sorrowfully.
If they didn't rescue Yao Xiaoling, they'd be heartless. But rescuing her not only wouldn't save Yao Xiaoling but would also cost them their own lives, putting them in a dilemma.
"You don't need to worry about my life and death anymore. Get lost!" Yao Xiaoling issued an order to leave, genuinely angered by her cowardly fellow disciples.
"Oh, Sister Yao, why are you doing this?" The disciples from Cinnabar Palace were anxious, unable to fathom Yao Xiaoling's obstinance.
