The Aristocratic Clan had gone completely mad. I slammed the door and stormed out, started the car, and drove back toward the Four Little Immortals.
Not long ago, they had still been arranging blind dates for her. Now she had died of illness—wasn't that far too abrupt?
But Han Chengyun did not care about any of that. If he said she had died of illness, then she had died of illness, and there was no room to turn things around! Did he really think I was a three-year-old child, someone he could fool whenever he pleased?
Han Shanshan's death had shown me the darkness of the Aristocratic Clan: even an ordinary person could be killed for the reason of dying from a serious illness, dying without knowing why.
I drove like the wind and arrived at the Four Little Immortals Temple. I parked beneath the large tree, set up the ritual array, and prepared to borrow a passage through Yin and Yang.
At that moment, the aura around me grew heavier. I furrowed my brows, my teeth grinding audibly. "Zhou Shan! If you still have even a shred of humanity left, stop your damn experiment. Don't you think using countless humans and ghosts to fill out your Zhou family's legacy is far too bloody and cruel? You can lose all your humanity, you can devour human flesh and bones like a beast—but what about your disciples and descendants? When they walk this path, will their hearts remain at peace when they look back?"
"Yitian, while living in this world, one always has to accomplish something. Destroying the Blood Cloud Coffin is also for the sake of the world and its people. I know you don't care about the greater picture, but looking at the smaller picture, how could I rescue