Zhongli Fengluo was dead.
Not only was he dead, but his corpse was also soaking in this glass vessel, left for anyone to examine.
Shen Ye gazed through the glass at this scion of an aristocratic family.
For some reason, he felt none of the satisfaction of having avenged a great wrong. Instead, his heart grew colder.
Song Qingyun was far too efficient.
People.
In her eyes, they were nothing more than tools she could discard and kill at any time.
Shen Ye looked at her.
She smiled sweetly at him and lowered her voice:
"You're the only one who knows I killed him. Don't tell anyone."
"Was it to avenge me?" Shen Ye asked.
Song Qingyun gave a playful pout and raised her hand as if to hit him.
Shen Ye's heart tightened, then relaxed. Suddenly, he too reached out and caught her hand in midair.
He gently stroked her hand.
Her slender body trembled slightly, and she gently lowered her head, revealing her fair, graceful neck.
Neither of them spoke.
By ordinary standards, this teenage boy and girl should have become a couple.
But they stood quietly before the large glass vessel holding Zhongli Fengluo's preserved corpse, letting the intimate atmosphere slowly spread, while each thought about something else.
"Brother Shen Ye."
"Yes?"
"Are you satisfied with how I've answered to you?"
"...There are still the others."
Song Qingyun raised her head, gazed at his face, and said softly:
"Killing the chief culprit is enough-after all, you still have to live in this world and rise to greatness along the path of the Huntian Gate. You need friends, not enemies."
"Brother, let me tell you something from the heart."
"When you stand beside me in the future, you must learn to use people, rather than make them hate