Lii Yinyin's face was full of anger, yet she dared not voice her frustration.
"Yinyin didn't mean to, but you refuse to give her an inch..."
"Oh, so you admit I'm in the right? Then why are you acting like the saint here? Acting like you're the kindest person in the world while the rest of us are villains."
Gao Yuyue retorted mercilessly.
The crowd watched as the two "goddesses" clashed—an age-old tale of divine battles where the mortals suffer. Not a single soul dared to speak up.
Everyone did think Gao Yuyue went a bit too far; her words were sharp enough to sting, and poor Qin Xiangge looked thoroughly bullied.
Still, people only dared to silently criticize her in their hearts. To step up in front of Gao Yuyue? That'd earn nothing but her wrath.
A trouble not worth facing.
"Gao Yuyue, don't think for a second that no one can rein you in."
For the first time, everyone saw Qin Xiangge truly angry.
