"Zhou Daqian isn't dead!"
As he was about to reach the capital, Hai Da'er learned this news and broke out in goosebumps.
What was going on?
He suddenly recalled that the claim Zhou Daqian had been killed was supported by nothing but Heart Demon Ring's word. No corpse had been found afterward as evidence, yet they had believed it without question.
Now that he thought about it, Heart Demon Ring's appearance in the underground chamber had been exceedingly strange. He had even deliberately let Zhou Daqian go.
"That's right. Heart Demon Ring—just as his name suggests, that brat excels at schemes and tricks."
"He deliberately released Zhou Daqian to ruin my grand plans. What deep cunning, what vicious methods!"
Sweat poured all over Hai Da'er. Beads of sweat struck the ground like pearls and gold pellets, smashing stone chips from the floor tiles in every direction.
Then he heard a cold snort. "What are you panicking for? Things haven't reached the point of no return yet!"
The speaker was Hai Shu'er. She now looked every inch the gentle lady, without the slightest trace of bloodthirst or madness on her.
Whether viewed from near or far, Hai Shu'er was undoubtedly the highborn daughter of a Grandmaster—peerlessly beautiful and perfectly poised.
Yet after being reprimanded by his Grandmaster daughter, her father did not dare make a sound. He obediently listened to her analysis.
"Heart Demon Ring hasn't reached Grandmaster yet, and he only recently rose to prominence. His strength is limited, so his scheme is most likely just an empty show meant to frighten us into throwing ourselves into disarray. We mustn't fall for it!"
"So what if Zhou Daqian isn't dead? Hai Tianfan is dead, and dead men tell no tales. Whatever Zhou Daqian says will be useless."
Hai Shu'er smiled