Song Qingshu was startled, but not at all surprised that she had seen through his disguise. After all, she was a legendary figure. How could such worldly tricks possibly fool her eyes?
"A Qing, what action are you talking about?" Song Qingshu tried to play dumb.
The confusion in A Qing's eyes suddenly faded, becoming somewhat indifferent, as though she were looking down upon ants in the mortal world. Her voice carried no emotion at all. "Temujin is this world's original Human Emperor. No outside factor is permitted to interfere."
Seeing that she had once again become the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden's personality, Song Qingshu gave up on small talk and said calmly, "Human Emperor? Who decided that?"
A Qing glanced at him. "It is fate's arrangement."
"What a fine arrangement of fate." Song Qingshu laughed. "Was my arrival in this world also fate's arrangement? If so, then killing him must also be fate's arrangement."
A Qing calculated with her fingers. "Hm? Your origins truly are rather strange. Even I cannot see your past clearly. But I am responsible for protecting the Human Emperor's destiny. Naturally, I will not allow you to act recklessly. If you insist on remaining obstinate, then do not blame me for being merciless."
"Heaven and earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs. Looking at you now, do you have even a trace of emotion?" Song Qingshu shook his head.
A Qing stood with her hands behind her back, exuding a mature bearing entirely unsuited to her petite, lovely appearance. "No matter what, if you dare make a move today, there is only death."
Song Qingshu frowned. "Then can I at least go inside and say a few words to Temujin?"
"Fine!" A Qing hesitated for a moment before nodding. Given Temujin's cultivation, even