Han Mei appeared to be very calm on the surface, but her insides were roiling with anger at the stabbing words of Zhao Ling'er. She had straight out called her painting skills rubbish and rudimentary compared to Zhang Jian. Even if it was true, she felt that a lowly slut was far from being able to comment on her art.
"Oh…even the little succubus has learned to speak in front of me now? Aren't you very brave?"
Han Mei mocked Zhao Ling'er who had previously been with the Demon Army along with her and had always been weaker than herself. Previously despite being antagonistic towards her, Zhao Ling'er had never dared to provoke her because she had been weaker than Han Mei. But now somehow even she had got things to say to her which irritated Han Mei to no end.