Leng Xiyue lay in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Although she was still unconscious, her complexion looked much better, but her wounds had yet to heal.
A very gentle-looking woman sat beside her, holding a peculiar flower that radiated strong, concentrated healing energy, which flowed into Leng Xiyue's body.
Qian Renxue rested one hand against the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the person on the bed, her expression already utterly dark.
"...With the Protoss technology we possess, extracting someone's memories is so simple. Whether you believe it or not, this is a fact we have already established. As for the connection between the Lower Three Sects and Spirit Hall, that truth is hardly difficult to investigate. Never mind us-even an ordinary noble could tell you a thing or two about it."
"Salas, a mere Platinum Bishop, dared to issue such an order? Having risen to that position, his intelligence certainly cannot be in question. Then who instructed him to make that decision is also obvious."
Miho Nishizumi leaned against the wall behind her, talking to Qian Renxue while writing and sketching in a notebook. Dividing her attention did not affect her efficiency in the slightest.
"That woman... how dare she?" Hatred showed on Qian Renxue's face. Clearly, she no longer felt the longing she once had for Bibi Dong, her own mother.
Back then, Qian Renxue had been thirteen, and Leng Xiyue only eight. Although a five-year gap seemed considerable, they had both essentially been children, the kind who very much needed their parents' company.
Now, Qian Renxue was already twenty-one. Eight years had passed, and her mindset had shifted from winning Bibi Dong's recognition to making Spirit Hall powerful. Meanwhile, words some people spoke, intentionally or otherwise, were also revealing the truth behind her father's death to her.
Precisely