"Ling Zhiyuan, you know that relying solely on your own strength and abilities, there's absolutely no way you can compete with Ye Huan, let alone achieve the ultimate victory of killing him."
"And yet you're unwilling to accept this. You desperately want to get rid of Ye Huan."
"Therefore, you can only seek my help."
"Only I can 'help' you take down Ye Huan."
Ling Meijiao smiled enchantingly, her soul-piercing eyes fixated on Ling Zhiyuan.
This time, Ling Zhiyuan wasn't swayed by her beauty, but he was deeply intrigued by her words, his expression turning highly excited: "You can help me kill Ye Huan?"
"That's right, I can 'help' you." Ling Meijiao deliberately emphasized the word "help," her tone layered with meaning.
"Then, who are you?"
