Before coming here, Ling Changqing hadn't held out much hope.
After all, Luo Qingxuan was no ordinary female cultivator. Not only was her personal strength formidable, but her background was also terrifyingly powerful.
Only the upper echelons of Yuzhou's Nine Great Families could hope to sit down and negotiate with her. Any lesser power would just be putty in her hands.
Of course, Fu Yin Xue also had an unfathomably powerful organization backing her.
'If she were willing to help, perhaps I'd have a sliver of a chance?'
Fu Yin Xue's elegant brows knitted together. She sized Ling Changqing up for a moment, her voice turning cold.
"You're really overestimating my abilities, aren't you? You want me to go head-to-head with the princess of the Deep Sea Dragon Race? Even a hundred of me wouldn't be enough for her to slaughter!"
"...Ah, well. I was being presumptuous."
Ling Changqing was silent for a long moment before letting out a sigh.
