Li Xiangxiang abruptly rose to her feet, sending her chair scraping backward with a harsh screech.
The young girl stared wide-eyed at Wang Xian, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shock, horror, and the indignation of having been played.
This damned blind man really hadn't told the truth!
He had played with the demonic sword Frostfall before?
That was a sword, not a toy!
It was a demonic sword that had driven countless cultivators mad with desire!
A lethal weapon that drank blood whenever it was drawn and never returned empty-handed!
How many people had squandered their fortunes and lost their lives for a single Frostfall, yet this damned blind man said he had "played with" it?
And what did that word "had" mean? Past tense? He no longer played with it? To him, the demonic sword Frostfall had merely been a toy from the past?
"Damn you, Wang Xian. You actually have ties with the descendants of the Du Family..."
Li Xiangxiang kept her voice low, but every word seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth. Her fingers trembled slightly, whether from rage or fear.
Her mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through it like a revolving lantern.
"But... since she has already left Sunset City, why haven't you left?"
As she spoke, she stared fixedly at Wang Xian's face, trying to catch the slightest clue in every microexpression.
"No... did you know all along that the divine sword All Under Heaven was in my hands? Did you come here because you had designs on it?"
Once that thought arose, she could no longer suppress it.
The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed... this blind cultivator had come to the Golden Treasure Pavilion neither early nor late, but precisely when Ye Hongxiu was hunting him down!
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