"Last words... Big Brother, it won't matter if you kill me, but could you spare my lord...? She has her own unspeakable troubles, and the mission she bears is no less than yours... I beg you... Besides, we never colluded with Zuyun. He came with the immortals from the Ghost Immortal Sect... We merely accepted the task passively." Ruan Qiushui watched as chain after chain was laid out before her. Yet there was no fear on her face—only a heart set on death.
"Xia Yitian, we never colluded with Zuyun!" Zhou Xuan rose from the City God's throne, but by then her soul had grown much fainter.
"All of my grandmother's household ghosts were destroyed by Zuyun, and he even locked her in the Blood Cloud Coffin and tortured her for so long. If you really had colluded with Zuyun, you would have wronged her too deeply." I spoke icily.
"We had our own plans. Our dealings with the Ghost Immortal Sect didn't begin recently... It's only that they've now stepped from behind the scenes onto the stage." Zhou Xuan's soul had been struck by my Yin-Yang Conversion, and yang energy tormented it without end, as though she were being scorched beneath the blazing sun.
Ruan Qiushui looked distressed and immediately said, "Big Brother, no matter what, my lord is your kin. For that reason alone, please stop tormenting her..."
"Heh. Now the two of you are filling in each other's excuses. Think about how you guaranteed things to me before. And now you intend to use familial affection to blind me?" I would never trust Zhou Xuan again. Last time, she had promised not to interfere in the affairs of the underworld, yet she had gone back on her word time and again. Even as a ghost, she had