"Mu En, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You knew everything, and you just wanted to watch me strain every nerve weaving lies?
How can you be so disgusting? You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"
Ye Xishui's eyes were bloodshot, her voice shrill and anguished, leaving Long Xiaoyao, whom she had deceived yet again, with only a speechless, bitter smile.
She had been running circles around him from the very beginning. In the time since Mu En had emerged from seclusion, even after hearing that Ye Xishui had deceived him for over a century, Long Xiaoyao had still believed her new explanation, believing that she had other difficulties she could not speak of.
But as Mu En exposed Ye Xishui's lies again and again, Long Xiaoyao had no choice but to accept the cold reality before him.
From the very beginning, Ye Xishui had merely regarded him as a useful tool. That incident she had repeatedly held over his head to threaten him throughout the past century had been deliberately staged by her from the start.
Long Xiaoyao's breathing grew especially rapid. First, he looked toward Mu En.
Then his gaze slowly shifted to Ye Xishui's gloom-shrouded face. He remained silent for a long time, as though words had frozen in that moment.
"Xishui... do you have nothing to say to me?"
A barely perceptible tremor crept into his voice.
"Even now, are you still weaving lies? Of all your words, which ones were ever true?"
Long Xiaoyao's words were filled with indescribable disappointment.
"Yes, they were all lies! Everything was a lie!"
Ye Xishui suddenly erupted into a burst of almost insane laughter, its sinister sound making the listeners' hair stand on end.
"What Mu En said was true. I am indeed the leader of the