From the conversation between the two Ghost Kings just now, Di Fei had roughly guessed that the one who had trapped Ghost King Qianji was Qian Sujin before her. Qian Sujin was both Qian Ji's disciple and junior, so Di Fei was deeply curious how she had managed it. Thus, just as the other woman was about to wake up, she did not hesitate to search her soul.
Menglan Jun, standing nearby, merely turned the folding fan in his hand and did not stop Di Fei from searching her soul. When he had dragged Qian Sujin into the Dream Realm, he had already learned of her origins and deeds. It had refreshed his understanding of just how low Evil Immortals could sink.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Di Fei withdrew the threads of her divine soul. A trace of killing intent appeared on her delicate, beautiful face. In the next instant, the Bone Whip appeared in her hand, and she lashed it at Qian Sujin without hesitation.
This whip contained the strength of Di Fei's Ghost Lord realm. With a single strike, it whipped Qian Sujin, who had just opened her eyes, into soul scattering and spirit dispersal, returning her to heaven and earth.
Then Di Fei said with a grim expression:
"We're going to see Qian Sidu. I want to know whether he knew about everything Qian Sujin did."
Menglan Jun followed behind Di Fei at an unhurried pace and said mildly:
"Qian Sidu probably knew part of it, but he was certainly an accomplice. Otherwise, how could the Evil Immortals have restrained Ghost King Qianji? Ghost King Qian Ji's heart of care was truly misplaced—she raised a venomous snake."
Di Fei pursed her lips but said nothing. After searching Qian Sujin's soul, she had arrived