In a hidden stretch of void.
Hua Yunfei and Shi Zhàndì stood there.
"How does it feel to destroy a good girl with your own hands?" Shi Zhàndì asked.
After Mu Xuanzhi's death, Xia Qiuer had wept until her heart was torn apart. Overwhelmed with grief, she had even tried to end her own life, unwilling to go on living.
Even he, though made of stone, couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
Such a good girl had been utterly destroyed by a play Hua Yunfei had staged with his own hands.
But he also knew that this was the best way. It avoided provoking the Emperor Lord and the powers over there, while also destroying a future enemy.
If they simply killed Xia Qiuer, that would not be the best choice for Kaoshan Sect, which still didn't want to reveal itself. Destroying her in this unusual way was better.
"Am I made of stone? Even if I were, I'd still feel pain." Hua Yunfei's face remained expressionless as he sighed inwardly.
When faced with a matter of absolute principle, he couldn't afford to go soft. He could only destroy Xia Qiuer, step by step.
He, too, wanted to kill Xia Qiuer outright and spare her this pain, rather than make her face the cruel truth. But it wasn't time to lay their cards on the table yet. They had no choice but to use this method.
"Ah, now I understand why you couldn't smile before. Even I, Brother Stone, who never let anything get to him, can't smile now," Shi Zhàndì said.
He put away his usual grin, finally understanding why Hua Yunfei had said that even an enemy deserved respect.
Hua Yunfei shook his head, unwilling to say more.
"She's the Imperial Court's Saintess. They've taken her to meet