Hun Changqing had learned of Hun Tong's exploits after he grew up, from the Soul Clan women he had seduced. Although they belonged to a different generation, women always loved gossip, and the women of the Soul Clan were no exception. They always had their own channels for gathering news.
From their words, Hun Changqing could hear their envy of Hun Tong's former glory, as well as their glee at her downfall after she had been crippled. At the time, however, he had not paid much attention. Hun Tong had left the clan with the cultivation of a Dou Wang when he was still a child. With no news of her for so many years, she might well have died in some forgotten corner.
Hun Changqing had little interest in discussing a dead person, so usually, the woman beside his pillow did the talking while he listened for amusement, his hands wandering all the while.
Hun Changqing had never imagined that someone he had long considered dead would appear before him, having even recovered her former bloodline and strength. Clearly, she had encountered considerable opportunities during her years away.
When Xingxiu heard Hun Changqing call out her name, her dark brows drew together. First came a jolt of shock, then her beautiful face hardened, and the killing intent in her eyes grew even stronger.
"To think someone in the clan still remembers me after all these years. But what does it matter if you recognize me? As a member of the Soul Clan, you naturally know how important the Soul Palace is. Yet you dared set your sights on it. Today, you must die!"
Hun Changqing's expression shifted slightly at her words. He ignored Xingxiu's killing intent, instead noticing something odd in what she had said. From her tone, she