Chapter 1999: Sowing Discord (3)

"I can't wait for the Ancient You Clan to finish themselves off. Even if the Crimson League doesn't want to make a move, they won't be able to forgive the Ancient You Clan for stealing what's theirs and fooling them."

Just the thought alone made Qingtang feel a sense of joy bursting out from inside her. She could vaguely understand the satisfaction that Ling Yan got from playing everyone around him like chess pieces now.

"You've worked hard."

She looked at him. Even she felt tired from looking at the complicated process of creating the fake Netherworld Ring.

A smile crossed his lips as he said, "Anything for you, Miss Ye."

Ye Qingtang was speechless.

Why was he talking like this?

"Miss Ye, I'm feeling a little tired. Could you let me rest a little while?" he suddenly asked.

She nodded and went to open the door for him to go back to his room. Only to see him lie back on her bed and fall asleep.

"…" Ye Qingtang.