Seeing that Shen Yunyan was not going to pursue the matter, Li Zeyan said with a firm look in his eyes, "We can't just let it go like this."
"What do you want?"
Mo Ruyue crossed her arms and stared at Li Zeyan, trying to figure out what he was going to do.
Shen Yunyan was quite capable. In just a few days, she had brainwashed Li Zeyan.
She couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake to let Li Zeyan follow Shen Yunyan.
Li Zeyan was a 16-year-old teenager. He shouldn't be led astray by others.
"You made Sister Yun Yan fall, so you have to apologize to Sister Yun Yan!"
The young man shouted fearlessly.
He was not as tall as Mo Ruyue, so he had to raise his head slightly.
"You want me to apologize?"
Mo Ruyue laughed as if she had heard a funny joke.
"Li Zeyan, get this straight. I'm the Demon World's Saintess."
