Although Ji Feihua spoke with ironclad certainty, he knew perfectly well that he lacked the resolve to kill Qiqi. That night, when he had tried to read the thoughts in her mind, he had suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of closeness, a wondrous feeling of blood connecting them. At the very instant he acted, his father's image had even surfaced in his mind. Never in his life had Ji Feihua been as lost and hesitant as he was that day. He had always been decisive in killing, bold in action, and willing to bear the consequences. Yet when an opportunity to easily put an end to Hong Beimo's fantasy lay before him, he had chosen to let it slip away.
Hu Xiaotian said, "There's another skull in the Heavenly Secrets Bureau."
Ji Feihua had already heard about this. He smiled indifferently. "Didn't you deliberately spread that news to lure people into your net?"
Hu Xiaotian said, "I found that skull at the Five Immortals Cult Headquarters. Later, Ren Tianqing and Meizhuang joined forces to steal it, and Ren Tianqing presented it to Qiqi."
Ji Feihua frowned. He truly could not understand why Ren Tianqing would hand over a skull he had gone to such lengths to seize.
Hu Xiaotian said, "Ren Tianqing probably couldn't comprehend the mysteries within the skull. I've discovered that anyone who can perceive those mysteries is very likely related by blood to its original owner." His words effectively explained why Ji Feihua could comprehend the information within that skull: he was a descendant of its owner.
Ji Feihua had no objection to this. He slowly nodded, confusion showing in his eyes. "I've only seen one skull, so we can't verify that yet. But Ren Tianqing probably doesn't possess that ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have handed over