Zheng Que sat on the crippled Grandmaster Chair, listening with his mouth agape.
The [Umbrella Girl] beneath the hall began her tale a hundred and seventy-nine years ago. She had killed someone almost every day, and most of her victims had been cultivators.
And yet, every time the [Umbrella Girl] killed someone, she still thought the victim had been in the wrong and she was the one who'd been wronged!
At first, Zheng Que had thought the [Umbrella Girl] would be like Qing Li and pin the blame for her murders on him, or perhaps on the town chief's ancestors. But instead...
She was calling herself wronged?
Wasn't she confessing!?
Yes, he'd been wrong about Qing Li. Compared with this [Umbrella Girl], Qing Li was like a pure white lotus who'd made a small mistake and was afraid of being scolded!
At that moment, the yin energy surrounding the [Umbrella Girl] slowly stopped growing, and her cultivation finally settled at the second level of [Tongue-Pulling Hell].
Her voice, brimming with fury, still echoed through the Wide Hall. "...A hundred and seventy-nine years, one month, and twenty-five days ago, I was hunted again by an evil cultivator. I went through untold hardships before I finally managed to dismember that evil cultivator into ten thousand pieces..."
"A hundred and seventy-nine years, one month, and twenty-four days ago, I met a like-minded friend. We fought an evil cultivator together, only for that wicked cultivator to have set up a formation at home. Truly despicable..."
"A hundred and seventy-nine years, one month, and sixteen days ago, all I did was clear out a Lineage of over a hundred people, and yet more than a dozen heinous cultivators tried to kill me..."
"...A hundred and seventy-nine years, one month, and three days ago, I helped