Again, Ling Qingyu sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart with theatrical flair. "Aunt Gu, my enemies are many; my equals are none."
Gu Yi: "…"
Xiao Yue: "…"
The two operators at the front: "…"
Ling Qingyu wasn't finished. She raised her chin and stared wistfully out the window as if gazing upon a war-torn horizon. "I walk this path alone—not because I want to, but because none can keep up. To spar with me is to flirt with disaster, to challenge me is to embrace ruin. The birds in the sky dare not fly too close; the rivers part when I approach. Even thunderstorms bow before my wrath."
On the other side of the channel, Gu Yi's brow twitched. "You—"
