Only then did the person rein in the unnecessary expressions on their face and cast an indifferent glance at Yan, who lay sprawled on the floor. "There's no need to continue the interrogation. We have answers."
The female cultivator looked somewhat surprised. "They got answers on the other side?"
"Yes. At least, they've confessed to everything you wanted to know."
The female cultivator frowned. "I really can't understand how someone like Su Jiu could have a sister who associates with demonic cultivators. Never mind. Let's go out first, and you can tell me the details."
Footsteps sounded one after another. With the closing of the door, the cramped space sank into darkness once more.
Yan sat there in a daze, the conversation between those two people replaying endlessly in her mind.
They had answers? Answers to what? Who had given them answers? What were those answers?
What did they mean by "they've confessed to everything you wanted to know"?
Yan understood every single word, yet put together, they seemed utterly impossible to believe.
Yan was no fool. Naturally, she knew who they meant by the person on the other side. She simply could not believe that Su Qingqing would choose betrayal.
Though she found Su Qingqing deeply displeasing, she had never thought to suspect her of anything.
After all, her kindness toward Meng'er was not false. Yan could still sense that much.
Yet all that kindness, it seemed, ultimately could not compare to a single Su Jiu...
At that thought, Yan could not help laughing coldly. As she laughed, droplets rolled from the corners of her eyes. What, exactly, had she been holding on for? The greatest traitor had been right beside her all along, yet she had failed to notice.
Su Qingqing, I was wrong about you.
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