"With you and Di Jun around, Lu Ya will live well. Whether I am here or not no longer matters. Someone has to avenge them."
Xi He clung stubbornly to this single conviction, utterly unable to heed Chang Xi's advice.
"Enough, enough, Sister. I'm begging you, don't do anything. I'll think of a way for you, all right?"
Chang Xi gave in. She did not want to lose her sister.
Standing upon the Lunar Star, Chang Xi gazed down at the Primordial Land. In the end, her eyes settled upon the Human Race.
"Since that is the case, I will punish you on my sister's behalf!"
As she looked at Houyi on Peach Mountain, a glint flashed through Chang Xi's eyes.
As long as Houyi was not killed, the Witch Clan presumably would not take action. Moreover, if her sister saw Houyi suffer with her own eyes, perhaps her hatred would fade.
With that thought, Chang Xi slashed at her own Primordial Spirit, and a wisp of it fell into her hand.
After severing that portion of her Primordial Spirit, Chang Xi's aura instantly weakened, nearly falling from the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.
Chang Xi's change immediately drew Xi He's attention. "Little sister, little sister, what are you doing?"
Xi He grabbed Chang Xi's hand and immediately saw the Primordial Spirit in her palm.
"Sister, the Karma of the conflict between the Wu and Demon clans is not so easily entangled with. I severed this portion of my Primordial Spirit to bear the Karma. Otherwise, that Karma would cling to us, and Karmic Sin would descend upon us as well."
Chang Xi had considered everything carefully. At the cost of part of her Primordial Spirit, she would avenge Xi He.
"Little sister, why put yourself through this? I should