The deaths of the three Bai family members could be said to have been inevitable. From the moment they entered this Basin Tomb and failed to kill Wen Jingjing at once, their fate had already been sealed.
The dead had it easy—they need not concern themselves with what came after. The living, however, still had to bear the endless pressure Wen Jingjing brought.
As the son of Zhou Tong, a proof-of-the-Dao expert of Dingzhou, Zhou An had lived almost like a prince from childhood to adulthood. Whatever he wanted, he got, and he had never experienced any real danger or setback.
The finest woman he had encountered in his life had been his own wife, Yu Hui. The couple shared a deep affection, yet today he had met the most vicious woman of his life, Wen Jingjing, and he could not help but feel timid.
This timidity did not stem from the gap in strength or the threat of death. It came from a trembling of the soul, fear born from the depths of his heart—the weak fearing the strong.
"Wen Jingjing, your grudge with the Bai family has nothing to do with us. I do not mind telling you that my wife and I followed the Bai family to Lingya Mountain this time on my father's orders. We hold a trump card in our hands, and once it is unleashed, you will never be able to withstand it.
"Now that you have had your revenge, why not let us leave? We can each go our separate ways and have nothing to do with one another. As for the things in this tomb, we will not take even the slightest bit. What do you say?"
Zhou An's proposal greatly shocked Yu Hui. She could not understand why her husband would