Song Lan was naturally extremely displeased with Ling Han.
Though she was a goddess that had charmed millions, she had always maintained her chastity, and had never had skin contact with any man. Unexpectedly, Ling Han had forcefully pulled her hand, which made her so furious that she wanted to commit murder.
What made her even angrier?
Ling Han didn't admire her at all. Instead, he was simply using her to anger and provoke Lu Qi.
What pride would she have left?
Ling Han could clearly feel the coldness in Song Lan's eyes, which made him feel slightly anxious. It was not fear he felt, but rather guilt.
"Qing Qing, Qing Qing, you resolve the formation." Song Lan didn't linger on this matter. Instead, she turned to the other woman and said.
This woman's appearance was ordinary, but she had an indescribable bearing, making one feel comfortable just looking at her. She smiled slightly, and said, "All right."