Page 151

"Junior Brother Pei, don't you want to go back?" Qiao Ranran suspected Pei Ling didn't. Given his cultivation, the people of the Profound Heart Sect were no match for him. He had concealed his identity and slipped into the sect for the Soul-Chasing Scripture in its Library Pavilion. At that thought, she suddenly shuddered. "Junior Brother Pei, something just occurred to me."

Startled by the thought, Qiao Ranran tugged at Pei Ling's sleeve. "In that future without me, the Profound Heart Sect..."

Pei Ling's lips curved into a smile, his gaze distant. "It existed. But I destroyed it with my own hands."

Qiao Ranran sucked in a cold breath. If the Profound Heart Sect had already fallen in that future, she might have been able to look into why and see whether she could salvage anything. But Pei Ling had said he destroyed it himself. That answer was terrifying.

"Scared?" Pei Ling asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Guai Guai, however, was startled when Pei Ling's grip suddenly tightened. It jerked its head up to look at him, then obediently settled back down.

Qiao Ranran pressed her lips together. "Was there some irreconcilable conflict?" she asked stiffly.

Pei Ling gave a soft laugh and pulled her into his arms. His nose almost touched hers as he said coldly, "Those old fellows were too annoying. They wanted to oppose me, so wiping them out was easy enough."

Though the Profound Heart Sects that fell into his hands had been even more diminished than they were now. Ji Qingming had long since died, and Qi Zhuoyu was the Sect Leader. The gulf in their cultivation was too great. Neither Nie Gui nor Xi Lingge had taken disciples, and the entire sect posed no threat to him.

They had simply annoyed him too