At that moment, Heize Ting had the urge to kill Heize Pei. Because of this idiot, the entire Heize Family might be dragged into the mire. He could only force down his anger and say:
"Shut up! You had better remember and list everyone you have come into contact with. Otherwise, no one will be able to save you."
Seeing that Heize Ting understood her meaning, Yunxi swept her sleeve and sent the two female attendants tumbling to his feet. She said coolly:
"There should be something wrong with these two as well. Heize Pei ending up like this today must have been partly thanks to them. Ghost Monarch Heize, you may take them back and interrogate them thoroughly, but remember not to let the little bugs exploit any loopholes."
Heize Ting gritted his teeth and said:
"Thank you for Immortal Lord Ran Xi's guidance."
Only then did Yunxi beckon and retrieve her Soul-Collecting Mirror into her Storage Bracelet. She finally looked directly at the utterly bedraggled Heize Pei, the corners of her lips curving into a chilling arc.
"You really do have some talent for bringing harm upon others, but I do not like the way you look at female cultivators as if they were merchandise."
As soon as she finished speaking, two purple sparks fell into Heize Pei's eyes. In the next instant, he clutched his eyes and let out a miserable howl. Yet no one dared to stop her, because everyone present could sense a killing intent so tangible it was almost physical.
That killing intent even affected their divine souls. They had no choice but to desperately steady their increasingly restless bodies, their gazes toward Yunxi filled with wariness.
Yunxi watched Heize Pei roll about and howl without a trace of emotion. Only when his cries