"Sister Ning, is this why you fell for him?"
Su Meng knelt beside her father's corpse. Looking at the family servants sprawled all over the ground, most of them headless, she said sorrowfully, "What do I have to do to become like Big Brother Pang Jian, so I can stab a few holes in Dong Tianze?"
When Dong Tianze flew out of the well, she had forced down her grief and looked. She wanted to see him dead.
She saw several horrifying holes in Dong Tianze's body as he flew out, and she also saw the Dragon-Patterned Spear sticking out of his backside.
That was when Su Meng realized that Pang Jian had managed to grievously wound Dong Tianze in that strange Pit Well.
She also knew that if Pang Jian hadn't suddenly jumped into the Pit Well, she would have died just like her father.
The many unbelievable things Pang Jian had done had deeply shaken her. So after Luo Hongyan said those words, she never doubted that they were exaggerated.
She simply wanted to become like Pang Jian, to have the power to grievously wound Dong Tianze—or kill him.
"Some things are inborn. You can't acquire them just by working hard. Don't make him your role model."
Luo Hongyan replied coldly. Unbidden, she remembered how, while gazing down into the well through Luo Meng's eyes as a Spirit Sha, Pang Jian had calmly and meticulously laid his traps, patiently reconsidered their placement again and again, and bided his time before delivering the final blow.
She furrowed her brows, lost in thought. "Were those qualities innate, or had someone taught them to him? If they were all taught, then the person who taught him..."
After a brief pause, she looked at the grief-stricken Su Meng again and said, "Once