"Xiao Yueyue, wasn't it dangerous to reveal your identity as a descendant of the Shenlian clan to them? Your partners have certainly showcased enough power and wealth to create an illusion that you're from a formidable force," Xiong Zi Ying expressed, concern etched on her face.
"Very soon, they'll begin to forget the extravagant display we put on to shatter their arrogance. What remains in their memory will only be the repercussions of crossing us and the five years of hardship they've endured," she murmured, gently stroking Xiao Yun's soft fur as she cradled him in her arms.
Her caution was evident; she had meticulously crafted two plans. Should the first plan fail, the second was ready to be activated.
Initially, she intended to masquerade as part of a mysterious force. By projecting an image of wealth and power, even if the Shenlian clan sought to challenge her, they would feel the need to dig deeper into her background.