At those words, the smile on Kong Chunqiu's face deepened.
"My affection for her hasn't gone to waste."
"Let her in."
Before long, a slender figure in plain clothing walked gracefully into the courtyard.
Kong Zhixia had changed into a practical martial outfit today, her long hair tied high with a jade hairpin, lending her a less gentle air than usual.
She approached Kong Chunqiu and bowed formally.
"Zhixia pays respects to Granduncle."
"Did everything... go smoothly this time, Granduncle?"
"With me handling it personally, of course it went smoothly."
Kong Chunqiu raised his palm, and the scene of the golden-eyed young man bursting into a bloody mist appeared before Kong Zhixia.
Seeing the shock on his granddaughter's face,
the old man chuckled softly.
"That lowly cultivator is as dead as can be. He actually thought he could resist, only for me to destroy his body and soul with a single slap!"
Finally, he looked at the image in his palm, a trace of regret entering his voice as he added,
"It's just a shame about young Bai Shan."
"And the three accompanying Illuminating Sea guest elders. They all fell at that lowly cultivator's hands."
"It took me some effort to split my consciousness. By the time I struck again, it was too late to save them. That lowly cultivator's methods were truly astonishing."
Hearing this, Kong Zhixia first felt a weight lift from her heart.
She had broken into a cold sweat when she heard that this man had escaped her granduncle.
The [Yin-Yang Dao Seizure] was close at hand.
It was not merely her chance to turn her fortunes around, but a golden opportunity for the entire Kong Family to advance further.
No matter what, she wanted no more unexpected complications.
Kong Zhixia immediately lowered her head and