Su Jiu suddenly felt that the woman before her was both pitiful and pathetic, and none too bright. Clever people knew how to plan their moves, and understood that a gentleman could wait ten years for revenge. Yet this woman, hungry for quick success, understood neither.
Thirteen knew the woman's standing in the Xia Household, so he could understand why she had done this. She had been placed on such a lofty pedestal all her life that she could not bear any fall from it.
Presumably, once news of Xia Yun's death reached the Xia Household, her standing there had changed. After all, she had little strength of her own, and spent her days baring her teeth and waving her claws. How could she command anyone's respect?
She could not accept that her son had died at a stranger's hands, nor could she accept losing all her wealth and glory.
By now, perhaps even she could no longer tell whether she hated Su Jiu more for her son's death or for the loss of her standing in the Xia Household.
Utter emotional collapse could strip a person of the instinct to think. At such a time, she would seize even the slightest hope without hesitation, trying to climb out of that abyss.
Little did she know that this strand of divine sense offered no light at all. It was merely a path leading into another abyss.
While the woman's cultivation rose, Su Jiu added another layer of talisman arrays around her companions. Dozens of talismans rose and fell around the formation. This was the last protection Su Jiu could give them.
"She's on the verge of running completely wild. Although her cultivation has settled at the out-of-body middle stage, I can sense that her strength is far beyond what a