"I... will... not... accept this..."
Qiu Yinger's head traced an arc through the air before falling to the ground.
With her current cultivation, though decapitation meant death, she could still live a bit longer than ordinary people. Her eyes conveyed a profound unwillingness to accept this fate.
She never imagined that the curse which made her life worse than death would actually be from Wen Zhixing. So that's how it is! That's how it is! It was an intense resentment. She didn't want to die. She wanted to kill Wen Zhixing. She regretted it bitterly; she should have killed Wen Zhixing when she had the chance!
"The villain dies from talking too much. Sadly, this time you're the villain."
Wen Zhixing sheathed his Sword Pill with a sigh. He admitted that his experiences in the Wonderous Palace had instilled a certain morbidity in his psyche. Each nirvana seemed simple, but deep inside, it left a profound mark on his soul.
