Bian Qiang had already lost her fleshly body, with only her Primordial Spirit remaining. Her path ahead was all but severed. Was she still worth saving? Could she hold on until Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure came to rescue her in person?
Though the plot against Jing State had ended in failure, had Jing State truly received no word of it? Zhongshan Weisun had openly targeted Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion in Jing State—was that not a statement of attitude?
The plot against Yong had come to nothing, and they had instead lost Yan Sheng in Dream Capital. Would Li State not resent Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion for being more than capable of ruining things, yet incapable of accomplishing anything?
Chen Suan had clashed with Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion one moment, then perished body and soul the next. Was Jing Kingdom not keeping its eye on Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion?
Under such circumstances, would Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure, who had vanished without a trace for so long... dare to show itself?
The question had its answer.
The blood moon now shimmered in a riot of colors. The originally grim and terrifying surroundings had somehow taken on a frenzied air of decadent splendor.
From within that radiant moon drifted a voice whose gender could not be discerned. "Are you saying that there is only one way to break this devilish cage without harming Bian Qiang...?"
Flowing colors wove themselves into an intangible hand in midair. Its fingers came together like a sword, lightly slashing toward Zhongshan Weisun. "I reserve judgment, but I acknowledge that this is the simplest method."
Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure had not merely dared to show itself. It had personally come to Sheng Kingdom, forcefully entered the [Prison Warden] here in Moon-cherishing Garden, and sought to kill Zhongshan Weisun with a single finger!
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