"My business is none of your concern, stop prying into me."
Chen Jing lifted her delicate chin, huffing: "Unless you're willing to pledge allegiance to me, then I can tell you lots of secrets. We're bound together by the Eternal Chains, but I'm willing to make a concession, we'll be equals, no master and servant, how about that?"
She soaked in the pool, her red hair spreading out.
The corners of her eyes and eyebrows exuded charm and seduction.
She was inadvertently wielding the allure of a red seductress again.
"After all, your current situation must be quite awkward, right?"
She huffed: "Now that you've become the spokesperson for Long Ling, neither path must be easy for you, right? People from the Federation and the Church will not treat you kindly once they discover your secret and, inside Babel Tower, it's a mix of dragons and snakes, you need a backer."
The Martial God lifted his majestic eyes.
"Pledge allegiance to you?"
This bad woman sure has some sweet dreams.