It was clear that the two had a private feud.
Moreover, neither of them were using lethal force, obviously not enemies bent on life and death.
As long as Ling Zhiyu was not in mortal danger, she had no plans to intervene.
Hearing Gu Zhiqi’s response, Tang Yichen scratched his head, "Huh? Just stand by and do nothing?"
Gu Zhiqi glanced at Tang Yichen, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Their peers in the Master’s Sect are not interfering, why are you worried?"
Tang Yichen: "..."
But, weren’t the two of them fighting because of us?
In the end, Tang Yichen also didn’t take action, standing by like Gu Zhiqi to watch.
After fighting for a while, Ling Zhiyu and Yang Siran’s strengths were clearly distinguished.
Yang Siran was simply no match for Ling Zhiyu.
Realizing this, Yang Siran gritted her teeth, "Why are you all standing there? Aren’t you going to help?"
As soon as Yang Siran said this, the other disciples paused, then looked at the sky and the ground, avoiding her gaze.
Even Yang Siran’s little followers started to play dumb, showing no intention of stepping up to help.
Yang Siran wasn’t afraid of Ling Zhiyu, but they were different.
Unlike Yang Siran, they didn’t have an uncle who was the sect leader.
Yang Siran could provoke Ling Zhiyu without consequences, but they couldn’t.
When Yang Siran saw nobody intended to help her, she bit her teeth in frustration, "Useless bunch."
After saying this, she gripped her whip, and once again swung it fiercely at Ling Zhiyu.
Ling Zhiyu reached out and caught it again, this ti directly snatching Yang Siran’s whip away.
Seeing this, Yang Siran imdiately ran over to retrieve it, "Give my whip... ah!" Before she could finish speaking, Yang Siran was struck by the whip, "Ling Zhiyu, how dare you hit ? You really dare?!"
Holding the whip, Ling Zhiyu looked at Yang Siran coolly, "Didn’t you tell to give it back?"
"Ah! Ah, ah, ah!" Yang Siran scread repeatedly, unclear if it was from anger or the pain of the blow.
At the sharp, piercing sound, Tang Yichen and Gu Zhiqi both took a few steps back in distaste.
Seeing this, Ling Zhiyu swung the whip at Yang Siran again.
Yang Siran jumped back just in ti to barely avoid Ling Zhiyu’s swinging whip, "Ling Zhiyu, you venomous woman!"
Hearing this, Ling Zhiyu destroyed her whip right in front of Yang Siran.
Upon seeing this, Yang Siran let out another string of screams, "Ah! Ah, ah, ah! How dare you destroy my whip, I’ll kill you!"
After saying that, she charged at Ling Zhiyu, but suddenly halted halfway.
Facing Ling Zhiyu’s cold gaze, a bit of Yang Siran’s rationality returned.
She suddenly rembered that she couldn’t defeat Ling Zhiyu.
Forget it, I’ll kill her later.
Ling Zhiyu threw the pieces of the whip at Yang Siran’s feet, and Yang Siran instinctively shrank back.
Ling Zhiyu: "If you bother again, next ti it’ll be you in pieces."
Hearing this, Yang Siran looked at the shattered whip on the ground and burst into tears.
Unclear whether she cried from fear or from feeling heartbroken over her whip."
Tang Yichen watched in surprise.
Ling Zhiyu then approached Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "Sorry for taking up your ti."
Seeing this, Tang Yichen waved his hand, indicating it wasn’t a problem.
"Ling Zhiyu, what’s your relationship with him?" Yang Siran suddenly stopped crying, looked tearfully at Ling Zhiyu, then at Tang Yichen.
Ling Zhiyu: "None of your business."
After speaking, Ling Zhiyu said to Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen, "Let’s go."
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