At the mention of Yao Ying, Qiong Rou's emotions nearly crumbled. She wept, full of self-blame and remorse, yet helplessness too. Fairy Meng Shang and Su Ying had keen spiritual senses and could naturally feel it. They also didn't believe she was putting on an act.
Ling Tian, however, remained much calmer, analyzing every word Qiong Rou said.
Back then, when they had encountered a storm at sea, the Black Flood Dragon had made things even worse. Even Su Ying and Fairy Meng Shang, taking turns using divine artifacts to protect themselves, had struggled to endure it, much less Qiong Rou. It was only natural that she had been injured.
Once he thought it through, Ling Tian let out a quiet breath and chose to believe Qiong Rou.
After a long while, Qiong Rou finally calmed down a little. She looked at Qiong Lie and stammered, "Brother, I really didn't kill Brother Yao Ying. Please believe me, all right?"
"I want to believe you too, but there are quite a few things that don't add up." Qiong Lie murmured. He looked toward Ling Tian. "Brother Ling still has Brother Yao Ying's Natal Dan Artifact. The Artifact Spirit of the Natal Dan Artifact collapsed. That must have been your doing, right?"
At that, Qiong Rou's face turned as white as snow. Under Qiong Lie's sharp gaze, her tears fell of their own accord. After a long while, she nodded. "That's right. I devoured that Artifact Spirit."
Looking at Qiong Rou, Qiong Lie wore an utterly incredulous expression. Dense Killing Intent emanated from him, and he raised his right palm high. But as he looked at Qiong Rou's fragile appearance, he ultimately didn't bring it down.
"Why did you devour the Artifact Spirit of that long staff?" Ling Tian asked. Before Qiong