A Clash of Wills

"What are you up to?"

Luo Li's voice was cold as she spoke.

For no reason, he wanted to move the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm? What was his purpose?

"Handling my own affairs. You'll naturally understand in time," Ling Ye replied calmly.

"Your affairs? And what do they have to do with me?" There was a trace of anger in Luo Li's voice.

She had already made up her mind—she wanted nothing to do with him, not even when she was carrying his child. Why should anything about him concern her now?

"How about I owe you a favor?" Ling Ye said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Heh… a favor?"

Luo Li suddenly sneered. "I don't need any favors from you."

One favor?

Did he even hear himself?

"I hope you realize that if it were anyone else, I wouldn't have bothered asking for permission."

Ling Ye's voice turned slightly cold.

Yes, if this were anyone else, he wouldn't have wasted words. He would have simply done it.

"And I should be grateful for your kindness?" Luo Li's beautiful eyes locked onto him.

"I'll give you three days," Ling Ye stated, his tone indifferent. "If you don't agree by then, I'll move the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm by force—hundreds of millions of miles to the east."

His sharp gaze met hers.

Was it just him, or was Luo Li being too arrogant with him?

An inexplicable chill emanated from her.

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have wasted time arguing. He would have acted immediately.

"Do you have any idea how much damage that would cause to my Purple Cloud Immortal Realm?" Luo Li's voice deepened.

This world had been her creation, nurtured over countless years until it had grown into a vast, self-sustaining realm. It had taken root in this space, its existence firmly intertwined with the balance of the heavens.

Moving it wouldn't just cause harm.

It could bring devastation.

At worst, it might even collapse entirely.

"Of course I know," Ling Ye replied evenly. "I'll do my best… to compensate you."

"I don't need your compensation!" Luo Li's voice turned sharp again.

Compensate?

What could he possibly offer her?

She wanted nothing from him.

"Three days."

Ling Ye didn't say another word. He simply turned and vanished into the void, taking Zhuge Qingchan with him.

For now, he had other worlds to deal with.

The Purple Cloud Immortal Realm would be last.

Luo Li was the only one he was giving this kind of special treatment.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have gotten even three minutes, let alone three days.

As soon as Ling Ye disappeared, Luo Li felt an inexplicable emotion stir within her.

She didn't understand why, but even though his presence always made her furious…

A small part of her still didn't want him to leave.

She wanted to speak to him a little longer.

Even if it was just to argue.

It was a complicated feeling.

"Palace Master, what should we do?"

All the goddesses of Purple Cloud Immortal Realm turned to Luo Li, waiting for her answer.

They knew Ling Ye wasn't bluffing.

If they refused him, he would act.

And if he forcibly moved their world, the entire realm might suffer irreversible damage.

He wasn't the type to care about consequences.

If things went wrong, he might even destroy the Purple Cloud Immortal Realm entirely—by accident or simply by indifference.

Luo Li's expression remained unreadable as she turned away.

"Ignore him."

Her voice was cold as she flew back toward the Purple Sea Immortal Palace.

The female emperors exchanged uncertain glances.

Ignore him?

Was the Palace Master truly… unafraid of Ling Ye?

Because they certainly were.

Yet, if the Palace Master had spoken, they had no choice but to obey.

Whatever she decided—they would follow.

—

In the void, Ling Ye moved forward with Zhuge Qingchan by his side.

"My Lord," Zhuge Qingchan spoke up, hesitating slightly, "that woman just now… she's the one, isn't she? The legendary number one beauty of the Universe?"

"Yes." Ling Ye nodded.

"Then… why did it feel like she had such deep resentment toward you?" Zhuge Qingchan muttered. "No one dares to speak to you in that tone, but she—"

Ling Ye gave a small, knowing smile.

"I gave her that privilege."

Zhuge Qingchan blinked, then added in a quiet voice,

"And yet… beneath that sharp tone, she seemed to hold something else toward you, my Lord. Some kind of… unspoken grievance."