Lu Feng caught the glistening tear Ji Lanjun shed as she left, but he showed little emotion over it.
He had never held much fondness for Ji Lanjun to begin with, so naturally, he felt neither pity nor compassion.
All of this could only be blamed on Ji Lanjun reaping what she had sown.
Had she not laid her schemes to harm him, Lu Feng's killing intent would not have broken through its restraints, nor would the Spring Poison have fallen out of balance. The changes in his state of mind today could be said to have all been bestowed upon him by Ji Lanjun herself.
Only, the grudge between them had grown ever deeper.
But Lu Feng clearly did not care. He had never expected to leave this Saint Fire Underworld Abyss alive. All he wanted was to deal with Jun Zi Shuo here, grant Old Book a sliver of hope at life, and avenge Jun Zi Mo. For that, even perishing together was a price he would not hesitate to pay.
Thus, he naturally had no fear of the likes of Ji Lanjun seeking revenge afterward.
Outside the stone house.
Liu Chenzhou watched Ji Lanjun emerge from afar, and the heart he had been holding in suspense finally settled.
Yet in the next instant, it clenched again. Ji Lanjun's hair seemed far more disheveled than when she had gone in, as though she had just gone through some intense, vigorous exertion.
Half a shichen...
That was enough time for anything to happen!
For a moment, Liu Chenzhou felt as though his chest had been stopped up. The fist hidden within his sleeve clenched until his knuckles crackled.
"Worn-out shoe! A hypocritical, disgusting worn-out shoe!"
"Once I take you down, I'll make sure you suffer every manner of humiliation!"