"King Qinguang, famed far and wide, is actually a lunatic—"
Rakshasa Bright Moon Pure held a hairpin in hand, her beautiful eyes rippling as she continued to smile enchantingly. "You and I have never met before. What old debts could there possibly be between us?"
She could not say she had never heard of King Qinguang, whose vicious reputation spread far and wide, but she had truly never taken him much to heart.
She was Abbess Dengyi of Moon-Washing Nunnery's personal disciple, the master of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion. Her partners were either hegemonic lords like Xiong Ji, or Hong Junyan, whose ambitions lay in the Six Directions, or Equality State, which sought to overturn All-Under-Heaven City...
The targets of her schemes were either Jing State or Qi State. With her eyes upon the hegemonic states of All-Under-Heaven City, she sought only to destroy their realms and bear Calamity Fruit, aspiring to Transcendence!
No matter how much of a common-born genius King Qinguang was, no matter that he had pioneered the path of curses, after Hell's Gate disbanded, he was merely a lone ghost in this world—and no longer worthy of her notice.
Why had he suddenly leapt out to "settle accounts"?
The crux was not the "accounts," but that this was no chance encounter. Yin Guan's attitude showed that he had been waiting for this moment all along... Today, the other side had calculated against one unprepared. She had stumbled straight into the jar!
Gou Jing knocking on the door had been the beginning of the killing trap.
That dog-faced bastard, so righteous in appearance, was in truth as crafty as a ghost. From the knock on the door until now, every word and every movement had been a pitfall.
In the end, the curse poison within her had continued