There was no longer any trace of Wan Jianyi in Shuiyue's eyes. To her, having once liked Wan Jianyi had been like a young girl's admiration and hazy affection for a handsome man.
Now, she had long since let it go. The sentiments of her youth had completely faded away.
In their place was an entirely new Shuiyue—a Shuiyue whose heart was now filled with another man.
If the space Wan Jianyi had once occupied in her heart was the size of a star, then the space Jiang Siming occupied now was the size of a blazing sun!
That was why Shuiyue could greet Wan Jianyi so calmly. Her words contained only the affection of fellow disciples from years ago, without the slightest trace of romantic feeling.
Wan Jianyi was somewhat surprised, but he still responded to everyone one by one. Afterward, he expressed his profound disappointment in Cang Song.
If Cang Song had merely assassinated Dao Xuan and coveted the position of Sect Leader, Wan Jianyi might still have pleaded for mercy on his behalf.
But after all the heinous deeds Cang Song had committed over the years—deeds no different from those of demonic cultivators—the entire Qingyun Sect could no longer tolerate him.
In despair, Cang Song ultimately chose suicide, bringing his sinful latter half of life to an end.
Before he killed himself, however, Jiang Siming followed the principle of making use of waste and used the God Stealing Hand on Cang Song once.
He had no choice. It would have felt awkward to simply ask for Cang Song's storage bag.
"Stole one mysterious token."
A token? What the heck was this thing? Keep going!
"Stole one box of Spirit Melting Pills."
"Stole ten supreme-grade spirit stones."
"Stole one Fire Spirit Crystal."
**"Stole one set of Cang Song's