I don't know how many stories about Qiu Buwen and the Holy Daughter Qiu Shui got from her father. She likes to have someone move a chair outside the cell when she's free, then she sits on it, slowly recounting how Qiu Buwen and the Holy Daughter fell in love and bonded so deeply that if one were to die, the other would rather not live alone.
Ye Sui was forced to listen to these past events. Although his face rarely showed much emotion, his palms would have been cut from gripping too tightly by the time Qiu Shui finished her stories and left.
Qiu Shui didn't want to waste words with Ye Sui today. With a slight movement of her hand, a Heavy Sword appeared by her side. She coldly looked at the dirt-covered man in the cell, "When our Hidden Abyss Valley's Spirit Vein was stolen, you said you didn't do it. Then who did?"
Ye Sui said, "I don't know."