When Someone Stands Up To You, You Find It Unpleasant?

"Get rid of her first; sharing the same air with this woman suffocates my heart," one of the women in the group declared, her icy composure momentarily thawed at the mention of the prince. "We need to finish our task swiftly and deliver the items to our lord—there's no reason to risk angering him."

Shenlian Yingyue's eyes flared with outrage. It wasn't merely the slights directed at her that stung; it was their complete disregard for her master's significance, treating his life as though it were merely a commodity to be carted off. 

What made her blood boil was the undeniable connection they shared—her striking white hair and the hue of her eyes mirrored in theirs, a testament to their shared bloodline.

Around her, Shenlian Yinzhu and Shenlian Sheshan joined forces with a group of allies, confronting the twenty figures poised to attack. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily, stifling the breath of even the mightiest among them.