Hun Ruoruo had made a rare mistake.
Xiao Xuan had not been held back, nor had Xiao Yan accepted the inheritance. Taking the chance to kill Gu Xun'er had undoubtedly become impossible.
On the contrary, with Xiao Xuan guarding the Heavenly Tomb, her own life had become precarious.
A tiny misstep could lead to a vast difference—perhaps that was exactly what this meant.
She was not truly perfect, so naturally, she could not foresee everything that would happen. Yet losing to Xiao Yan, especially while being watched by his calm and accepting gaze, was ultimately no pleasant thing.
Knowing that defeat was certain, Hun Ruoruo did not continue making a fool of herself. Instead, she took the initiative to release Gu Qingyang and the others from their soul restraints, letting Xun'er go.
"She was right. You won," Hun Ruoruo said quietly.
With that, the girl turned her back, leaving only a solitary figure standing alongside the shadows.
When the Ancient Clan members regained their senses, their expressions changed. They were about to rush forward in fury when a pale jade hand stopped them.
"Wait." Xun'er raised her hand to halt them, her expression complicated.
"That woman has already lowered her guard, and the threat to the Heavenly Tomb has been removed. There is no need to pursue her."
"Miss Xun'er, with Young Master Xiao Yan's aid, why shouldn't we press our advantage?" Gu Hua asked in confusion.
"Press our advantage?" Xun'er sneered.
"After all this, can you fools still not see who she compromised for?!"
The Ancient Clan members' minds buzzed from the scolding. Ashamed and angered, they nevertheless did not dare offer a single word of rebuttal.
Yes, what did the enchantress's mistake have to do with them of the Ancient Clan?
The only one who could judge her