As she asked the question, Qing Dai lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the woman before the mirror.
But she could feel the silence in the air.
She could even hear her own breathing.
For a moment, she regretted it.
Just as she was about to withdraw, the woman suddenly said, "Are you going to erect a tombstone for him?"
Hearing this, Qing Dai lowered her head, not daring to speak.
Meng Qiewei rose, instantly dissolving like a phantom, then swept past Qing Dai and appeared at the doorway.
By the time her figure fully materialized, one foot had just crossed the threshold.
Then her voice rang out. "Have any of them speculated about that?"
"Not yet," Qing Dai said, following her out.
In the courtyard, Meng Qiewei looked up at the sky. A breeze stirred the ends of her hair, swaying them before the scarlet markings.
Only after a long while did she speak. "Would his death benefit me in any way?"
Qing Dai lowered her eyes, not daring to answer.
But her Miss was pure as ice and spotless as jade, and indeed...
Would kill.
Meng Qiewei withdrew her gaze. "Is there any more news about the Evil God?"
"There is some," Qing Dai said softly, then took out some books and placed them on the table.
Only then did Meng Qiewei nod. "Go see what those people have been saying lately, and whether the newly emerged Heavenly Prides are genuine Heavenly Prides."
Qing Dai nodded and left.
Meng Qiewei looked at the books for a long while before slowly taking out a Light Orb.
With a light tap, an exceedingly confident voice came from within.
"My lady, you know nothing of Peerless Heavenly Prodigies."
July 15.
Jiang Man sighed over the current prices.