Although Lin Jiaojiao had become an ordinary person, Ning Fan and Yun Huanling had not been speaking quietly, so she still heard every word clearly.
Then, as though something had shocked her, she suddenly began dry-heaving, making her already wound-covered face look even more hideous.
Her commotion drew quite a few people's attention.
Even Zuo Kexin, who had been talking to Su Jiu, looked over.
She sauntered toward Lin Jiaojiao with a cheerful smile.
But while she was still a full ten feet away, a sword abruptly barred her path.
Zuo Kexin's eyes shifted, as though she understood something. She stopped trying to force her way closer and merely said coolly, "What? Afraid I'll take her life?"
She eyed the sword before her with distaste and stepped back twice. "Relax. I won't kill her. After all, I much prefer watching her suffer until she wishes she were dead."
Zuo Kexin's disposition was truly vile, though perhaps this was her true nature.
Standing a short distance away, she smiled at Lin Jiaojiao. "What, have you only just realized?"
Lin Jiaojiao suddenly raised her head, her eyes brimming with hatred and murderous intent. "The bones in that cavern..."
Before Lin Jiaojiao could finish, Zuo Kexin nodded and completed her thought. "Yes, they're all leftovers from my meals. Any other questions?"
"Were there... disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect among them?" Lin Jiaojiao forcibly restrained the hatred in her heart, grinding out each word through clenched teeth.
"Don't you already know the answer? I held you all captive for three days, you know. Surely you didn't think I spent those three days doing nothing but torturing you? You think far too highly of yourself."
At this, Zuo Kexin gave another sweet little laugh. "Come to think of it, you knew those people