"Please wait, Fellow Daoist. There is something I do not understand, and I hope you can answer it. If your answer satisfies me, you may naturally leave."
Hearing this, Nangong Wan smiled sweetly and spoke softly. Her voice was gentle and tender, yet carried an unquestionable edge and killing intent.
The words reached King Xuanye's ears, forcing him to stop. He feigned composure as he said,
"Please speak, Fairy. So long as I know the answer, I will certainly tell you truthfully."
Faced with a late-Nascent Soul great cultivator, King Xuanye had no power to bargain or refuse.
Yet Nangong Wan's words greatly shocked him, and his expression became incomparably grim.
"Over the years, were the cultivators who disappeared in the Snow Ridge Mountains all killed by you, Fellow Daoist?"
"What, could one of them have been Fairy's descendant or relative?"
King Xuanye asked with an extremely ugly expression.
His heart was in turmoil, terrified that Nangong Wan would say yes.
"No. I am not a cultivator of the Great Jin Cultivation World. How could I possibly have descendants in Great Jin?"
Nangong Wan lightly shook her head and replied.
"Then what do you mean by this, Fairy? Are you planning to avenge those cultivators? Every day, hundreds or thousands of cultivators perish in the cultivation world. Do you intend to avenge every one of them?"
King Xuanye spoke with a trace of mockery in his tone.
"I know nothing of the other cultivators, but I have learned of what happened in the Snow Ridge Mountains. Besides, I was entrusted by someone to look into it. Since it was indeed your doing, Fellow Daoist, will you end your own life, or shall I send you on your way?"
Nangong Wan gave a soft laugh, showing no concern whatsoever for King