Ice Spirit buried her pale face deep against Feng Nü's shoulder, using her wrenching sobs to perfectly conceal
that fleeting glimmer of relief in her eyes.
As long as Tang San ruled out Bai Qinchen as a suspect, their relationship that could not bear the light would remain safe. Lan Chen understood at once. Her water-blue hair hung in disarray as she threw back her head and wailed herself hoarse, "Who... who on earth wants to wipe us out like this?! Nianbing... my Nianbing, you died so horribly...
In the eyes of the God Kings, her grief-stricken appearance after losing her beloved husband undoubtedly poured oil on the flames,
adding still more sorrow and fury.
"Everyone, rest assured." Tang San drew a deep breath. His gaze swept over every charred remnant of the ruined walls before finally settling on the grieving, trembling widows. He said, "Nianbing was my closest friend, and a pillar of the Great God Realm. Whoever killed him, even if they hide in the Nine Netherworlds or at the ends of the universe, I will drag them out and annihilate their Divine Soul to avenge Nianbing!"
"Thank you, God King Tang San..." Ice Spirit shuddered violently at his words, then covered her face and burst into tears, saying gratefully, "Nianbing died so horribly. Please, you must seek justice for him!"
Feng Nü's eyes were red as well, mournful tear tracks streaking her pale face. She bent slightly and thanked him in a hoarse voice. "We will never forget your great kindness. We only hate ourselves for being so weak that we could not protect him
in the slightest..."
Beside her, Lan Chen sobbed so hard she nearly passed out, merely nodding mechanically. The sight of her devastated by the loss of her dearest
loved one made the