Lancelot was the first to step in, precisely to give Ye Wanlan a heads-up.
Let's not discuss whether Ye Wanlan had any such intentions herself; just seeing those exceptional young talents gathered by Oleg was enough to displease him.
One or two... even combined, they were no match for him, let alone Ye Wanlan, an Omega Level Divine Bloodline?
Lacking even the capability to stand by her side, they naturally had no qualifications to be chosen as a husband.
"Having spring dreams?" Ye Wanlan slightly raised an eyebrow, her tone indifferent, "I wouldn't have guessed that sometimes you can read faces."
Lancelot was startled: "You really had spring dreams? You... you're betraying our revolutionary friendship!"
"Revolutionary friendship?" Ye Wanlan repeated these four words, her eyes slightly narrowing, "What revolutionary friendship do I have with you?"
