Ms. Doctor Divine

She felt something.

Everything was not going as planned.

Married to Kang Yan, whose father held significant power in the clan, it was expected that aligning with the Anicca Race would grant her control and favor.

But?

Was it really as seamless as it seemed?

She sensed a discrepancy.

If Kang Shi was rendered powerless, should she accept it meekly?

How could someone from the Medicine Sect dictate that she couldn’t act? Was she supposed to endure such mistreatment?

When had she ever faced such adversity?

“No!” Ziluo vehemently objected. “Your assurances were insincere. What about the promises you made to me and my father? Now you claim we must wait. How long are we expected to wait?”

“…”

“You can’t fulfill the commitments you made to me and my father. Fine. Since you can’t, don’t expect me to comply with your wishes,” Ziluo declared.

Kang Yan’s expression immediately darkened.

She seemed oblivious to her own priorities.

Despite his prolonged show of humility, was it all in vain?

“We’re already married. The honor and disgrace of husband and wife are intertwined. Unwilling? Fine. But if Father fails to secure the position of Clan Leader, do you think your life will remain unaffected?” Kang Yan retorted, his face somber and voice filled with gravity.

He had never seen a woman who did not know what was good for her.

Ziluo, too, looked displeased, prompting Elder Miss to lose her temper. “Kang Yan, what do you mean? Are you threatening me?”

“…”

“What difference does it make even if I refuse? Do as you wish. I’m heading back to the True Martial Race. Whatever you have to say, say it yourself,” Ziluo retorted angrily, signaling her intention to depart unless Kang Yan met her demands.

Kang Yan, unused to such defiance, refused to yield.

The deadlock persisted between the two.

After the prolonged standoff, Ziluo departed.

As she left, she encountered the First Elder. She snorted and walked away, viewing the First Elder much like Kang Yan—an obstacle. From her perspective, both were equally uncooperative.

Initially bewildered, the First Elder then observed his son’s expression and grasped the situation. Approaching Kang Yan, he voiced his concern with a touch of displeasure, “Did you provoke Ziluo?”

Kang Yan snorted dismissively and turned away.

“She’s valuable to us. Why provoke her?” The First Elder sighed, exasperated. “We still need the assistance of the True Martial Race.”

“Kang Li and Kang Shi are insignificant now. Just deal with them directly. Why involve the True Martial Race? Look at Ziluo, she’s acting recklessly. If she leverages the True Martial Race, she might consider us expendable in the future,” Kang Yan argued.

“It’s not an issue. Whatever happens to her doesn’t matter. Understand, Yan’er?” The First Elder declared, “To us, she’s merely a pawn. When the time comes, we discard her. She’s not worth your concern, Yan’er.”

“…”

“As my son, I hope you’ll consider the bigger picture. Don’t be narrow-minded, only focusing on immediate matters,” the First Elder urged, his tone tinged with disappointment.