"My life is entirely in your hands, Senior. Whether I live or die is up to you! Why slander me as well?"
Meng Li shed her frightened expression and said resentfully, "Whether I'm a demon or a human, you're welcome to peel off my skin and take apart my bones to see, Senior."
Her tone was defiant and resentful, as though someone falsely accused had accepted her certain death.
Xu Jin remained calm, the sword in his hand not wavering at all at Meng Li's genuine emotion.
Nor did he believe that Chu Xingchen, who could say that Lychee's life was a life too, would now take an innocent person's life on suspicion alone.
Chu Xingchen held the mirror up before Meng Li's face and demanded sternly:
"Then explain what's in the mirror!"
"Your desire to kill me, Senior!" Meng Li answered without hesitation. "If you have a quarrel with the Buddhist Sect, what good does coming after me do? I'm just someone with a bitter lot, locked up here doing things I don't want to do!"
Meng Li turned her gaze toward Xu Jin, but all she could see was his unwavering expression.
How had that useless Jiang Yuan been so vicious earlier, yet now that she was pinned here waiting to die, he hadn't sensed a thing?!
Were these two's cultivation levels sky-high, or did Jiang Yuan also want to use this opportunity to get rid of her?!
Chu Xingchen's expression was hostile. Under the protection of his vast spiritual power, he warily forced his divine sense into Meng Li's body.
Meng Li abruptly grunted in pain. Agony as fierce as her body being torn apart struck straight at her sea of consciousness, every inch of her skin relaying the most extreme pain.
Yet this nearly despair-inducing pain