"Oh? What kind of goal? Conquering these people and making them kneel before you while singing about submission?" Kenny Lin teased with amusement.
"No need for that. As long as they worship me in their hearts, that's enough."
Kenny Lin shuddered. "You've changed. You weren't like this before."
"That's because I never realized how important the art of control was," Amalia chuckled. "Of course, you can take your time, but at this rate, I might surpass you soon."
Kenny Lin's lips twitched. "Do you have to be like this?"
"Why not? I've never experienced the thrill of surpassing your cultivation before." Amalia smirked with satisfaction.
Suddenly, Kenny Lin pushed off the wall and stepped toward her, closing the distance.
He trapped her between his arms and the cold metal surface behind her.
"This kind of posture—this only happens in romance dramas. Are you trying to make yourself a male lead now?" Amalia raised an eyebrow.