"Heh heh, I know what you're thinking. But no matter what you say, old fool, it's too late now. You're doomed to die, that's all. If you still want to save some face, kill yourself before me at once. Otherwise, for what you've done today, even the Lord of Sky City won't let you off. In the end, you'll be subjected to Sky City's tortures and reduced to ashes! As for you thinking I wanted your Heavenly Pavilion? You were right about that. At first, I really did want it, but later I realized, what use would I have for that broken-down mess? It was nothing more than the achievement you took pride in. Whether I gained it or lost it meant nothing to me!" Zhu Lan gave a dark, sinister laugh.
Qin Ping's expression turned grim. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You don't want my Heavenly Pavilion? Don't think that by spouting whatever nonsense comes to mind, you'll make me believe you. If you don't want the Heavenly Pavilion..."
"How pitiful. Truly pitiful. My own treasure pavilion, Tianfang—do you know why I gave it that name? Because one day, I wanted to stand on top of your head! To prove that I didn't need help from you, my master, to surpass you, and to crush the thing you were so proud of beneath my feet! And hasn't that been proven now? After all these years of hounding and hemming you in, how do you think your Heavenly Pavilion compares to my Tianfang? You probably still don't know that the debts you've incurred were actually all owed to your creditor's creditor—to me, your disciple, haha... Tell me, isn't that pitiful?" Zhu Lan's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into Qin Ping's heart.
The flush of excitement on Qin