He had thought he would see more intense clashes of emotion, more complicated calculations of self-interest, and more riveting struggles of human nature.
But from the looks of it, Wei Qingcang seemed to have been completely crushed by fear. Aside from sitting there waiting to die, he could do nothing.
It made him feel that coming out of seclusion this time had been a bit of an overreaction.
It was like using a divine axe that could split heaven and earth to chop a piece of rotten wood.
It had been far too easy, which made it lose its appeal.
Perhaps he should add a little more fuel to the fire.
As Xuanyuan thought this, his gaze casually swept over the window.
Night had fallen. The streets were deserted, and only a lone lantern swayed in the wind outside the inn.
Suddenly, a petite figure sneaked out from a street corner.
It was a woman dressed in black, moving with nimble steps. She clearly had some cultivation. Avoiding every route where patrol guards might be, she headed straight in one direction.
The City Lord's Mansion.
Xuanyuan's divine sense stirred slightly and followed her.
He recognized the woman.
Su Wan'er.
The woman Wei Qingcang kept hidden away in an outer residence. She was also the mother of the boy who had passed out in a pool of blood, Su Qingyan.
What was she going to do?
Xuanyuan grew a little interested.
Su Wan'er's footwork was exquisite, clearly inherited from Wei Qingcang. She evaded every guard, both posted openly and hidden, and slipped inside like a nimble cat.
Her target was clear. It wasn't Wei Qingcang's study, nor Hanfeng Courtyard, where Wei Weihan was imprisoned.
It was that side hall... the one that had become forbidden ground after the massacre.
Seals had