"Cough, cough. That's true."
Although that was what they said aloud, only they themselves knew what they were really thinking.
"You didn't suffer Qi Deviation?"
Even now, Xu Changsong still couldn't accept that Su Qiao hadn't suffered Qi Deviation, much less lost all her martial arts.
Hong Luan hid behind him, fear in her eyes. "Cult Master, she... she didn't just recover from Qi Deviation. She... she recovered her cultivation."
She had prepared that problematic incense herself, and they had even seen the blood she had vomited onto the floor of the Cultivation Room.
On top of that, Su Qiao hadn't dared fight back afterward. She had only fled for her life through the night, without even using her Lightness Skill. It wasn't hard to guess that she truly had been powerless at the time.
A vicious look flashed through Xu Changsong's eyes. "Hmph. So what if you recovered your cultivation? Do you really think you're that impressive?"
"If you hadn't relied on a sneak attack back then, you wouldn't have been able to kill the Old Cult Master, much less take his position as Cult Master."
Su Qiao laughed mockingly. "Heh. Even if it was a sneak attack, it was still better than the despicable trick of using drugged incense."
"So what if our methods were despicable? Our Demonic Cult has always stopped at nothing. If anyone's to blame, it's you for trusting people too easily."
Xu Changsong didn't think there was anything wrong with what they had done.
Su Qiao nodded calmly. "Yes, I suppose I can't blame you."
"So, if you die by my hand today, you can only blame your own bad luck."
Before she had finished speaking, a brilliant golden sword suddenly appeared in Su Qiao's hand.
The crowd only saw several dazzling flashes of