"Sun Liang, huh… we shall see who devours whom first."
Yue Xiuying's voice was light, almost amused, yet beneath it lay a truth cold as a winter's blade.
Compared to Sun Liang, she was a generation older, her roots deeper, her web of connections stretching beyond his reach.
She had even contacted Azure Dragon Clan's Patriarch, the Dragon Lord, in secret.
And when it came to scheming—Sun Liang would not have been so thoroughly crushed in negotiations if the rats he left behind were still alive to feed him information.
He wouldn't have been forced to come himself, lowering his status under the excuse of diplomacy.
This wasn't kindness.
This wasn't respect.
This was spying.
And he had failed.
The moment Yue Xiuying had returned, she had cleansed Jade Nation of the rats he left behind.
Some were killed without hesitation.
Some were stripped of their positions and cast into irrelevance.
Either way, they no longer mattered.
